"They shouldn't be gone long. They're never gone more than a week at a time." Thank goodness for that or things could get tricky. Dal kept eating the burrito slowly, stopping for sips of water now and then. But his eyes were fixed on the TV. He didn't have one of his own and the only time he really saw anything on one was when he would stop in at some all-night restaurant. Usually, they just played the news.

After he finished the burrito, he at least had the sense to look over at his host and ask, "Is there a blanket for you?" He thought there would be, but he needed to ask before tucking in for the night to make sure everyone's warm and comfortable.