She came in. "They were all out Friday at the store, and I keep forgetting to lay in a supply. Use my lighter over there."
"About the TV—"
Lois was wiping her hands on the paper towel she had brought with her. "Replacement parts are hard to find for the older sets," she said. "Anyway. I read today Channel Three finally went off the air. That leaves only Two and Seven. And the programs aren't any good, now, are they? All those commercials and all?"
"They do use a lot of old stuff I've already seen," the son admitted, "but every once in a while there's something new."
"Let's talk about it some other time, Larry, O.K.?" Eddie said. "How's that? It's almost your bed-time. Studies done?"
"All but the Library report."
"Well, finish it, and—"
"I got to read the book down there. Two classes assigned it and they don't have the copies to let us check out. And I want to ask you about something, Eddie."
"Daddy's tired. His dinner's on. Come on, Eddie. I'll set it right now. And Larry, you've already eaten...."