"No, not really," shrugged Dad, fiddling with one of the buttons of his pajama top. "I mentioned that I work at the church, and that was about it. He didn't ask much about it."
Dave was becoming frustrated; he wasn't learning anything of importance from his parents' report, anything that might suggest the nature of Larry's hypothetical "flash." "Did you tell him about your job?" he asked his mother.
"I told him I work at the bottling plant," said Mom. "That was it."
"So, what else did you talk about?" asked Dave.
"Pretty much just what we've told you," replied Dad.
"Boy," frowned Mom. "You really seem interested in every word we said. Is there some kind of problem with this guy? Is he really nosy or something?"
"No no," Dave answered hastily. "I was just curious about what he
