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."
