“Wow,” Rion said.
“Wow, indeed.”
“It was very perceptive of her to have figured you out all those years ago.”
“Yeah. Guess I’m a slow learner.”
“For what it’s worth,” Rion said, “I’m glad you didn’t figure it out until you met me. I wonder what she meant when she said ‘dead or worse’?”
“The words ‘coma’ and ‘vegetative state’ come to mind—think Terry Schiavo.”
“Yeah, I didn’t think about that—that would be worse than being dead.”
“Want to watch the other DVD?” I said.
“No. Let’s wait and watch it with Jamie someday, okay?”
“Sure, why not?”
“I’m gonna run upstairs and take a peek in the den,” he said.
“Right behind you.”
Upstairs, we looked in on the boys. The movie was still going strong, but they were both out cold. I went to Jamie’s room and turned back the covers, then returned to the den. We each picked up a sleeping child and carried them to bed.
“They’re obviously down for the count,” Rion said. “Let’s get naked.”