The sitting room had been converted into a theater.
Lily had overseen the transformation personally. An airbed had been dragged from the storage closet and positioned before the television, its surface covered in blankets and pillows arranged in a specific order — largest to smallest, the system she'd explained to Franz four times before he understood it wasn't random. The coffee table had been pushed against the wall. The curtains were drawn. A bowl of popcorn sat on the floor within arm's reach of the airbed, already half-empty.
"It's not a movie night without popcorn," Lily had announced. "It's in the rules."
"Whose rules?" Franz had asked.
"Mine. I made them."
