He stopped and looked at the huge flower arrangement covering the coffee table.

He reached out and touched a green fern frond, nudging it so it draped over the edge of the glass.

I sat on the gray sofa.

Thomas took the armchair across from me.

He kept his eyes fixed on a framed landscape poster on the wall behind my head.

“Have the hospital bills come yet?” he asked.

“Not all of them,” I said.

“There’s still the emergency room fee and the ambulance copay.”