“The finest imported from Belgium.” Trinna replied with a smirk. “Or turkey. I always get them confused.” Not clarifying if she meant the country or the meat, she put the sandwich on a plate and handed it to Ray. “Now go eat.” She watched him sit down at the table and made a sandwich for herself. After lunch was finished, she turned to Ray and asked, “So, what do you want to do?”

“Watch a movie?”

“Sure.” She ended up putting on a DVD of old Batman cartoons and they watched them on the couch for about an hour before there was a knock on the door.

Ray didn’t even look away from the TV. “Who’s that?”

“I’ll get it.” Trinna got up off the couch and went to the door. “Hey Dougie.” She went into her best impression of a drug dealer from a bad movie. “You got the stuff?”

“Hey Trinnie.” He held up a plain shopping bag. “Right here.”

Trinna took the bag. “You’re a lifesaver.”