A memory hits him: ordering the Blu-ray late at night, half-asleep, after a long debate with Missy about whether clouds have feelings.

“It’s 11 p.m. Your mother’s praying for your soul and Missy’s recording you for blackmail purposes.”

Todd stops chewing.

“And that’s safe?”

“Thank you.”

(from the kitchen) “Sheldon, supper’s almost ready. Put away the movie.”

A beat. Mary crosses herself.

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