We were supposed to be asleep
but he hadn’t closed our door
when he put us down
and his snores shook the windows.
He was out of it
far more deeply than we
possibly because of the Mad Dog.

He didn’t notice when we dipped his fingers
or removed his shoes
and he didn’t notice
when we wrote pedophile
on his forehead with a magic marker.
We assume he noticed later
but we were back in bed by then
giggling
curious how long it would be
before Mom got enough courage
or cash
to convince another sitter
to dare to take us on.