We have had supper. Sly turns on the TV, the first time I have seen this actually happen. Their TV is almost always on. I don’t see it turned on or turned off – it’s just there – on – all the time. It’s some strange magic.
Sly and Primo settle in to watch the football game. Doris joins them, but pulls out her crossword puzzle.
I do the dishes and clean the kitchen (I am probably doing it wrong), then join them in the living room.
It is too dark to read on the far sofa. To be near the lamp, I would have to sit by Sly. I have no interest in watching the game or in sitting by Sly. They are engrossed in the game, so I say nothing as I slip into the guest room to read.
At halftime, Primo comes into the room.
Primo: They’re angry that you’re not out there.
Primo: They think you’re being rude and unsociable.
Me: Why? I don’t want to watch.
Primo: They think you should be out there with us.
Me: Can’t you just tell them that I don’t want to watch? This is not about them. I am not reading at them. They’re just watching TV. They don’t need me there. It does not have to be a group activity. I don’t care about watching football. I don’t care about these teams. It’s not even like you guys are talking.
Primo: I know. This is not about the game at all. It’s about power. They have to win. If they don’t, they will complain about it to me for the rest of their lives.
Me: So let them. I don’t care. Why don’t you tell them to fuck off?
Primo: I choose my fights with my dad carefully.
Primo: Because if he is angry at me, he makes my mom pay. I just try to avoid the whole situation.
Me: I hate your parents.
Primo: Imagine being related to them.
 I have no interest in watching any sporting event, ever.