William had become a real slob. He’d
lie on his bed playing computer games
when it was broad daylight. He even
closed his bedroom curtains at noon.
I could hear his squeals of digital delight
from downstairs, when I was washing up
the dishes. It was so unhealthy, cooped
up all day, goggling at a small screen.
I asked William if he’d like to go to the
park and play some ball. He sneered.
No way Nat, that stuff is for babies, he
barked dismissively. I’d have to make
the trip sound more enticing. I promised
him an ice cream. Greed flickered in
William’s eyes. I had scored a victory.