Trevor turned on the news.​​

      That was something out of the normal routine. Usually, Trevor didn't watch the news until after Helen got home from work and had recovered a little so they could watch it together. 

     That morning, however...

     He felt the need to connect with reality, the reality of the present day, the reality of living in a logical world on a solid, revolving Earth.

     He heard Helen, in the kitchen, pour her own coffee and make her own toast.

     He heard the bathroom door open, then close, several times. The kids were getting up. He heard them get their own breakfast, orange or apple juice and a banana and cereal.

     Trevor turned from the TV.

     "Hey!" he said. "I know! You want me to make us all a real breakfast, some bacon and eggs, maybe?"

     His family looked at him with eyes that said and asked, you're acting weird, Dad. What's wrong?  

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