As she was stirring the spaghetti sauce, she heard a loud bang that shook the cupboard doors.
“Aaron, what are you doing down there?”
“Nothing!” He called to his mother from the basement.
Aaron kicked his machine one more time. He wished he could get that horribly loud clunking noise to go away. It was going to bring his mother down here one day when he wasn’t home. And he really didn’t want that.
“Nothing, Mom, Sorry!”
He could see the headlines now. Fifteen year old counterfeits money beyond detection—goes to jail because of his loud machine.