Austin had piled an array of remotes on the bed next to Roderick. There was one for the window blinds, another that ignited the fireplace in the corner of the room, another one controlled the overhead fans, another one engaged the lid of the television cabinet at the foot of the bed. The last one was for the TV itself.
Austin had piled an array Roderick wondered how people with enough money to own this house hadn’t been able to come up with a better system. He found the remote for the cabinet, pushed a button, watched the lid open slowly. Then a huge slab of flat-screen TV rose before him like a high-tech apparition. He selected the next remote and pushed more buttons until he found the channel he was looking for.
What he was looking for turned out to be a red-headed woman in a sleevele
