"I'll see you boys for dinner --Love Mom"...

An old man rests in a soft bed on a warm spring morning.

He feels an emptying; he senses an onset, peculiar and extraordinary.

A boy, one of perhaps 10 years, bursts into the room: his older brother.

“Alfred! Mom made a cherry pie and left it on the counter for us with a note that said that we’re ‘each allowed one slice, but only one.’ C’mon, I’ll get the plates – You get the milk!”