Occasionally, I watch a movie with Mom.
I’m nearsighted, so I sit close to the TV, with a couple of blankets and a mug of hot water nearby. Mom spreads out on the couch, like a pillow.
No matter how good the movie is, she falls asleep. I turn around every ten minutes or so to check.
Chupa and his friend Jonic spent the evening singing and jamming along to Daniel Caesar’s “Get You,” which requires a lot of falsetto and features the lyric, “everything I need's . . . between . . . those thighs.”