JayJay sat in a chair at the empty dining table, staring out the sliding glass door and kicking his feet. He was very quiet and I assumed that he was tired after a long day with no nap. I was in the kitchen peeling potatoes for dinner.
Suddenly, JayJay startled and said, "Oh!"
"What's the matter, JayJay?" I asked.
"There was a shark on TV."
"What?" I asked, perplexed. Our HOA cancelled cable TV services three years ago and we declined to sign a contract of our own when Comcast came calling. I have a very low opinion of television. We don't have a TV on our main floor, though we do have a couple elsewhere for watching movies. So you can see why his comment confused me.
"The shark went past like this," he explained, zipping his hand through the air from left to right. "It scared me."
"Huh?" I said, still baffled.
"I'm watching TV," he said.
I looked out my kitchen window, over our small backyard, over a fence, over a sidewalk, over another fence, over another small backyard, through our backdoor neighbor's sliding glass door, through their sheer curtains, through their kitchen, and through their living room to their farthest wall where a colossal television hung. Sure enough, JayJay was watching TV.
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