But not Clay. The next morning I was sitting on a stool in the kitchen, trying to read the comics. I didn’t mind that he was in the kitchen too, reading the front page of the paper. What I did mind was how he kept interrupting me. “Rash of home invasions continues,” he read aloud. “Uh-huh,” I said without lifting my eyes from the comics. I was almost at my favorite, the Wizard of Id. “This guy sounds like a real nut,” Clay said. “Uh-huh.” Instead of taking the hint that he was getting on my nerves, Clay started reading the whole article out loud. To make matters worse, he dropped his voice to make it sound like he was a TV announcer. “The home invader who first struck Montreal last month is at it again.” He was reading slowly. I tried sighing loudly, but he just kept reading. “Yesterday afternoon, a bungalow on the Lachine Canal was invaded. Preliminary reports suggest the culprit is the same person responsible for the six other home invasions reported in the Montreal area.”
