Priestly sighed, his own lancer only half eaten. He sat back, rubbing his neck. "I don't know. I just . . . I'm supposed to be, right? I've got the success, the wife, the house --" he froze, his eyes going wide. "Oh holy hell, I've turned into my parents."

Which, naturally, was when his phone rang. Priestly dug it out, looked at the screen, then groaned. "Oh not now, Selene!"