“Hello there, Ms. Reynolds. Wasn’t expecting you today, ‘specially so late in the evening. Might as well come on in, though. Excuse my stocking feet.” He stood aside so she could enter his TV room.
The room was everything he claimed, and more. Three giant, flat-screen televisions wrapped two walls like a surround-sound theater, all blaring the same action movie. Speakers came out from every angle, promising ample capacity to wake the dead. A third wall boasted three additional monitors, lined up for maximum multi-viewing. In one glance, Madison saw a basketball game, a stock market report, and a cable news show.
When Nigel barked the word “Hush!” all screens went instantly silent.
“I need one of those for my kids. Does it work on teenagers?” Madison asked with a hopeful smile.
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