“And you’ll watch it in the living room,” Mary added, “like a family.”
Sheldon Cooper, age ten, was not a fan of surprises. Surprises were, by definition, uncontrolled variables. So when his father, George Sr., tossed a thin, shrink-wrapped package onto his lap one Tuesday evening, Sheldon froze.
For twenty glorious minutes, Sheldon was at peace. Then the doorbell rang. It was Pastor Jeff, holding a casserole and a worried look.
“Mary,” the Pastor said, stepping inside. “I was in the neighborhood. I heard Sheldon was doing… a secular viewing. I thought I’d offer an alternative: a documentary on the Dead Sea Scrolls. Standard definition, yes, but spiritually—”
“Open it,” Mary said, wiping her hands on her apron. “Your father’s been holding onto it for a week.”