Like clockwork, Dick’s computer beeps. Cray is a creature of habit, and each day, his routine is the same. He returns at six, gets changed, takes a beer from the refrigerator, then after an hour or so, makes himself dinner.
He is an impressive cook. Tonight he is making pasta with a mushroom sauce accompanied by a tomato salad drizzled with oil. Dick watches while eating a burrito from Del Taco. Dick can’t hear what’s going on in Cray’s house but can tell music is playing by the way Cray bobs and dances as he cooks. After he eats, always in front of the television watching what looks mostly like zombie movies and thrillers, he cleans up. Around nine, he turns off the television and heads to bed.
A lonely life.