So when Abe burst into the kitchen, skidded to a stop, and said, “Y’all better come see this,” Matthew just about startled himself out of his chair. “Now.”
“What—”
Vaughn’s question was immediately cut short. “No. I can’t even come up with words for it. You have to come see.”
They filed into the already full living room, following Abe’s hurried footsteps, and saw everyone staring at the television.
“Give it a minute,” one of the wives whose name Matthew had yet to remember said. She was pointing the converter at the TV set as if it were a sword she was wielding against it. “They switched over to a commercial after they made the announcement.”
They watched an animated roll of toilet paper extol its own virtue and a woman pantomime orgasmic lust over a dribbling can of soda. When Matthew got tired of advertisements, he turned his attention back to the people in the room. They looked stunned.