The Fallacy of the Human Star

They watched LOTR only on Sundays. Not because it is the Day of Rest, but because it was the only day they could spare to share with one another. Gregarious laughter would oscillate as they relaxed on that credit card-inspired sectional that would take two years to pay off. “You’re such a Samwise,” he would say in derisive fashion. But she would smile as if given a compliment meant for dictatorial rulers of war-torn territories. “You’re right,” she would say, “I am wise.” And Elevenses was had, both onscreen and in that Houston three-bed house, not home.