Home InvasionListlessly, Bertram Delinsky turned a page of the newspaper and continued reading the sports section. The gray sheets crackled as he dragged them across his lap and straightened them, as he lifted them higher to catch the light from the lamp a little better. He shifted on the Naugahyde upholstery of his recliner, and that crackled, too.
Since Bert wasn't much of a sports fan, the articles and box scores didn't hold much attraction for him. In fact, he didn't retain much of the information slipping past his eyes; he was reading the sports in the same way that he had read all the other sections of the paper--just halfheartedly skimming through the print without paying much attention to it. The words flickered past like cars on a freeway, holding no more meaning than if they
