“That, sir, and I don’t care what fancy name you’re using for it, was some very fine chow.” Randy’s father pushed his plate away and leaned back in the kitchen chair with a satisfied grin. It was a smile that made Randy feel like a proud four-year-old handing over a freshly painted picture all over again. Randy had no doubt that it always would.
Randy waved his father down when he began to rise. “No, no, sit. Visit. The world’s not going to end if you don’t put the plates in the sink right this second. Not in my house, anyway.”
“Yes.”
Both their heads swiveled towards Randy’s mother. She rested her fork on the side of her plate, and then dropped both hands into her lap. “Let’s talk for a bit, instead. It’s been so long since we’ve seen you, Randy.”
Randy’s eyelids drooped along with hi
