The man gave a nod of approval. He was up for a movie, granted his mother had some decent movie left over from the nineties. There was probably still the Pretty Woman tape that Mrs. Lavington used to pour over every Saturday with their neighbor. They always cried at the end, being the hopeless romantics that they were. It wasn’t John’s style. There were probably some Disney movies wedged between toms of foreign literature. A horror film somewhere? Maybe, but it would take John some hunting. He was quite willing to quest for a good movie, but wondered if Sullivan was up for the classic suspense/moronic movies like Scream. Exorcist? That one made John laugh almost every time. Not the best choice. Through the musings, Lavington wondered into the living room where the TV hooked up to a VCR (his mother didn’t want a DVD player even when John offered to buy one. The woman was too stubborn on the matter).
He looked through the little collection of videos in the cabinet with perfect concentration. Ha, there were even some dumb movies John did as a high schooler and in college. He never wanted to see them again. “What are you in the mood for, Sul? Personally, Sixth Sense looks a charming way to spend the evening,” the man spoke after prolonged silence and intense thinking.