Television
Author’s Note: Comments and criticism always welcome at [email protected]. 1 The doorbell knocked Neko from a nap she did not remember beginning. “Hello,” Neko said to the short, stocky man on her stoop. He wore a blue jumpsuit and carried a chintzy metal toolbox. “Hey, good morning,” the man said, stepping past Neko. “Man, it’s freezing outside. Help me with the boots, would you?” “Sh-sure,” Neko chattered, dropping to her knees on the foyer’s hardwood. The winter air nipped her...