Back in the kitchen, Casey stood surveying the aftermath of their pancake
operation.
“Sorry about the mess,” William said with a sheepish grin.
Casey laughed. “Oh, Will. It was worth it, those pancakes were delicious.” She
dropped the mixing bowl and pan into the sink. “That's a future Will problem.”
She grabbed the videos and led him into the next room. “What should we watch
first?”
“I haven’t seen either, so I’ll let you decide,” William said, even though he was
hoping to avoid Shazaam.
“I’ve seen Shazaam hundreds of times, so we’ll start with The Truman Show,” she
decided. “I just hope it’s funnier than his other movies. I couldn’t stand Ace
Ventura.”
“I thought that was a pretty good movie,” William replied.
“That’s because you were like thirteen when it came out,” Casey teased.
“That’s probably true,” he admitted.
“Of course it is. Don’t worry, though your taste will eventually get better,” she
said, nudging him with her elbow.
The family room held the largest TV William had ever seen outside of a store.
Like the rest of the house, the room was pristine and curated, elegant but
impersonal. Nothing suggested it belonged to Casey. Not one photo, not one item
reflected her.
Casey turned on the TV and slipped The Truman Show into the VCR. She hopped onto
the couch with the remote and fast-forwarded through the previews, stopping at the
Paramount Pictures logo.
After the movie ended, she leaned back. “Well, that was the best Jim Carrey movie