“That’s a fine picture, son,” Clay said.

“It goes on the nightstand,” Benji said.

“Right beside the dinosaur.”

“That’s exactly where it’ll go,” I said.

Clay got up and brushed off his work trousers before heading to his truck.

“I’ll be back at five past five,” Clay said.

“We’ll have supper waiting on the kitchen table,” I told him.

He pulled out of the driveway, the sound of his engine fading away down the quiet suburban road.