Over dinner, frozen meals cooked too long, his wife tore into him as he tried to tear into the piece of steak-shaped rubber on the plate in front of him.
“Edith’s husband is taking her on the cruise,” she said. “All the way down to Panama.”
“Good for them,” he said, chewing.
“And Mary’s having another baby. They’re moving out of the city at the end of the month.”
He pushed his plate away and started rooting through the cupboards.
“What are you doing?” she asked,
He opened the can with his pocket knife, and walked out of the kitchen.