Pizza and champagne and Dana Andrews. The movie is "The Best Years of our Lives." Every time I see Dana Andrews, I think about Noni and how once she told me a story about a friend who had dated Dana Andrews' brother and how he looked just like the actor. And how Noni started the story by asking, "Do you know who Dana Andrews was?" and I said yes and was proud.
Pizza and champagne and a warm curl of sleeping dog against my legs under the covers... I start to drift. I fall asleep.
When I come to, wondering how much of the movie I've missed, I hear clinking somewhere behind me, and in the reflected light on the bay window ahead, I see Stephen in the kitchen, alternately watching the movie from far away and trying quick to get the dishes done so that when the movie is over, I can go right to bed.