Then they both heard the toilet flush and the bathroom door open down the hall. Carl's heavy footsteps followed.
With one hand Kyle pushed on his mom's head to keep her in place and stop her from moving, and with the other he gathered what he could of the blanket and threw it over her nude body.
Dad came walking woozily down the hallway and back into the living room. He stood in back of the sofa, just far enough away that Kyle didn't think he could see the bulging blanket that shrouded mom on his lap.
Carl looked in an unfocused way toward the T.V. screen as though to decide whether there was anything there that required further watching. The T.V. show continued playing but none of them had any idea what was going on.
Carl pointed vaguely at the television.
"Did she ever find out what
