Peter snorted. “No, I…actually, yes. Everybody cheated off me in geometry.”
“Oh, hell, if you were smart enough to do well in geometry, you deserved to be cheated off of.” Nothing on the guide was catching my eye. “Help me out here. What’re you in the mood for?”
“I don’t know. What about the Food Network? Iron Chef America is basically on all night every night.”
“Is it?” I scrolled down. “Huh. You’re right. Okay, Iron Chef America, it is.”
I couldn’t have told him what was on, to be honest. Some weekend sports, the occasional kids show that caught Sam’s eye, a movie here and there…that was the extent of my TV watching. It got used more for Sam’s Xbox than anything else, often because when I finally got some free time, sitting in the family room all by myself was too depressing. The roo
