"They aren't getting any lighter," Gunnar said mildly.
"What do you do?" Bonnie asked.
"Used to program computers. Gave it up. Now I'm learning how to write."
"Oh, what kind of writing?"
"Stories."
"Bonnie couldn't live without her mysteries," Gunnar said.
"It's true," she said.
"Hi, Dad, Mom. You've met Joe." Jackson put an arm around each of them.
"Hello, dear," Bonnie said.
"The food is mostly out," Jackson said. "Beer, wine, hard stuff—help yourselves.