I accompanied Glen as he shuffled into the commons, where our patrons took their meals and played bingo. A minister provided a church service here on Sunday mornings. But for this occasion, a widescreen television sat on a table tethered to a laptop. Other patrons of the Sunset Retirement Home were already in chairs facing the screen.
“Why are we here?” Glen asked.
“To watch our friend’s wedding,” I replied. “We will watch the ceremony on television. It’s called zooming.”
“Who’s getting married?”
“Neil!” I shouted.
Bewildered groans emerged from the patrons as they dropped to their knees.