Chapter Four
Every night after supper Nate would sit on the sofa with his ma watching TV. It was his small way of giving her moral support. The Jessops probably looked like millions of other American families, with Nate’s pa relaxing on the recliner with a beer and his ma fiddling with a piece of needlepoint she’d only end up donating to the church jumble sale. All that was missing was a dog. They did have one a few years ago, but it’d run off and never come back. Nate often wished he’d done the same.
The Jessops still had an old-fashioned television set with a picture tube that stuck out in back like a fat lady’s behind. They didn’t have the flat-screen high-definition kind that made everything look so real you could almost reach through the screen and touch it all. Nate’s pa refused to
