We're lying in bed and my small toe hurts. Brian is watching "Law and Order" on his laptop and I've put down my reading because there's something about lights and moving pictures that make it impossible to look away. Outside the door, Hope's cats are running up and down the hall, thumps and gallops and half-Siamese yowls. The yowls are all Phoenix. Theodore is the Harpo of the two.
"Am I in trouble?" a suspect asks, and the camera cuts to a technician taking fingerprints off a paper cup.
The flowers on my nightstand have wilted.