My mom was a very good finder though, and found two of them while I was still there. The first one she found was in the mailbox, and I really don't understand why she would look in the mailbox on Sunday. I was very discreet, except when she saw me looking at the cards in my hand, impressed with my own drawings, and I said, "Look over there.* Don't look. Did you look? It's nothing. It's not for you." Yeah, I didn't have to get away with anything when I lived at home, because I didn't do anything.
*people do better with something you ask them to do than something you ask them to not do.