He sighed and padded downstairs. The dining table was set for three—him, his mother, and the empty chair where his father used to sit before the divorce. His mother had started setting it again last week. Harold pretended not to notice.
His father looked at the glowing thumb. “Ah. That’s new.” harold kumar 3
His mother sat down heavily. “Oh, God. There’s more than one?” He sighed and padded downstairs
“Harold.” His father stepped forward. “We don’t have much time. The echo you’re hearing—the flamingo—that’s not a future. That’s a warning.” harold kumar 3