For the first time, he didn't flinch. He held the remote like a tiny magic wand. He clicked the little TV icon. He scrolled. He found an old black-and-white Marx Brothers movie.
She picked up the remote, turned on the smart TV, and navigated to a playlist she’d made: Golden Age Comedy. She queued up a clip of Lucille Ball in the chocolate factory. Come on grandpa- fuck me-
"No Lycra," Frank declared. "No heart rate monitors. No 'goals.' We ride to the lake." For the first time, he didn't flinch
"Okay," Maya said, wiping her eyes. "Okay, my turn. But you have to actually try ." For the first time
And last week, when the TV froze on a spinning wheel of doom, Maya threw her hands up. "It's broken!"