“That might be just as well.”
“Mom said she had cocoa for you, if you wanted it.”
“I do,” Richard said, and the two of them walked together from the study to a house into which no frozen turkey won in a bingo coverall game had ever come. “A cup of cocoa would go down just fine right now.”
“I’ll cannibalize anything worth cannibalizing out of that thing tomorrow and then take it to the dump,” Jon said.
Richard nodded. “Delete it from our lives,” he said, and they went into the house and the smell of hot cocoa, laughing together.