The dots are still jumping, letting me know she’s typing something out.
 
 Meg:When the text came in, my phone said…“From maybe: Lord of Darkness.” Are you Lord of Darkness?
 
 The lines on my forehead crease.Lord of Darkness?Then it hits me, and I frantically scroll to my settings.
 
 She’s confused because my nameisLord of Darkness.
 
 “Krew?” I yell.
 
 “What?”
 
 “Did you change the name on my phone?”
 
 “I don’t know.”
 
 “You’re not in trouble.” Actually, I would like to kill him right now. “Just tell me what you did.”
 
 “I told Siri to call me Lord of Darkness.”
 
 I shake my head. Dating was so much easier when I didn’t have a seven-year-old sabotaging me at every turn, and I’m not even dating. I’m just texting.
 
 Tyler:Krew was playing with my phone earlier today and messed with the settings. Apparently I am Lord of Darkness now.
 
 Meg:How did the Lord of Darkness get my personal phone number?
 
 Tyler:I asked the school secretary for it. You know, just in case I had a question about Krew’s homework.
 
 Meg:In case you were wondering about the thickness of paper for a second grade assignment?
 
 She’s on to me.
 
 Tyler:Call it dedication to Krew’s homework.
 
 Meg:I thought you didn’t think second grade homework was important.
 
 Tyler:I do now. His college scholarships are riding on this decision.
 
 Meg:You can use any paper for the assignment that you want.
 
 I can’t just end things here. I went to all this trouble. The Lord of Darkness would never back down now.
 
 Tyler:Thanks.
 
 Tyler:What are you up to tonight?
 
 Meg:I’m watchingSurvivor.
 
 Another piece to the Meg Johnson puzzle.
 
 Tyler:Don’t tell me what happens. I’ve got it recording.
 
 Meg:You likeSurvivor?
 
 I lean back in my chair, settling into a groove.
 
 Tyler:Is that so hard to believe?
 
 Meg:I guess not. You’re full of surprises.