and Lilah. When he returned her call about the Metro-board mess, he got her answering machine. When she returned his return call, he had just stepped out with Auntie Lil. In his opinion, modern technology only meant modern frustration. Thus, when Monday rolled around, T.S. made the decision to stay put. “I’m not going anywhere today,” he told Auntie Lil. “I’m tired of traipsing all over Manhattan. I want to stay home with my cats and, yes, turn my brain to jelly watching television. Maybe I’ll order in a deli sandwich for lunch. I may even put on a torn T-shirt and watch some more football.” “Nonsense, Theodore. You’re just waiting for Lilah to call.” Auntie Lil’s disapproval seemed to snake through the telephone wires. “Really, Theodore—sitting around mooning and waiting for a phone call like some lovesick teenager. I thought you were more in control of your life.” “You’re joking, aren’t you?” T.S. replied. “What in the world makes you think I’m in control of my life?”
