Zechariah not so discreetly elbowed Christopher behind the elbow. Christopher looked back at him with glazed, uncomprehending eyes.

“We were just about to get a good seat,” Christopher said with a hint of scolding, like it was Simon’s fault they were over there instead.

“I like... gefilte!” Zechariah declared, for grudgingly eating it out of obligation was the same as liking it – right?

According to ‘Samuel’s buttocks, yes. Yes it was.

Christopher yanked him along.