Rick didn’t want to tell Micah they were going to the comic shop—he wanted it to be a surprise. As far as his son knew, their first trip to Marty’s would be on Friday. So all he said to get Micah into the car was that they were going to pick up dinner.
“What are we having?” Micah wanted to know as he remained seated on the couch where he’d plopped down when he arrived. He didn’t look up from his iPad, didn’t bother looking at his father at all.
Susan’s right, Rick thought, shaking his head. That thing’s an extension of him now.
“Pizza.” He stood at the open door and waited for his son to join him. When Micah didn’t respond, Rick jingled the car keys. “You coming, or what?”
Micah grimaced. “Can’t they deliver?”
“Can’t you put that damn thing down for two seconds and get in the car?” Ri
