Mary looked at the moving wall. It was a film of a terrible, terrible disaster.
“Does it have to be on, Mother?”
“Well, nobody seems to be watching. I don’t think the doctor would mind if I switched it off.”
Mrs. Cuberle rose from the couch and walked to the wall. She depressed a little button, and the life went from the wall, flickering and glowing. Mary opened her eyes. “Honestly,” Mrs. Cuberle said to a woman sitting beside her, “You’d think they’d try to get something else. We might as well go to the museum and watch the first landing on Mars. The Mayoraka Disaster, really!”