When they were back in the living room, and everyone had a glass of wine, Mickey’s father said, “Where’s your brother, Chris?”
“In an easy chair, reading a book.”
“Good for him.”
“My old room looks like I just left it,” Mickey said. “All things considered, I sort of expected to find every trace of me gone.”
“Your mother used to take her Bible in there and read it. I think she was praying that you’d recover from whatever it is that afflicted you. God, I hate those cults more than I can say.”
“The house looks good, Pop.”
“Yeah, the lady who cleans the offices for us comes around once a week and cleans up after me.”
“Are you dating, yet?”
“Not yet, but soon, I think.”
“It’s about time. You deserve a little happiness in your life.”