4 (maniac)

I came home the other day to a made bed, which I don't do. (Make my bed, I mean. I don't mind finding my bed has been made.) Anna told me her host parents liked her to make her bed. Worried I had been accidentally disobeying, I went to talk to Pascal. He immediately mentioned the made bed. I thanked him and asked if he wanted me to do that from now on. He said, "No, we're not, how do you say, rigid?" I asked if he was sure, since there must be some reason that they made the bed. He said that his mother cleans compulsively. She said that she was a maniac. I laughed and said "No, no, you're not a maniac." She looked me straight in the eye, unsmiling and said, "Yes, I am a cleaning maniac."

I went into my room and laid on my bed. Something jabbed me in the back. I pulled back the tucked in covers to find my laptop. And my hoodie. Michelle had made my bed over everything that was on it.