The new TV that Jimmy rescued was on, a fuzzy picture of the events of an afternoon family barbecue fading in and out of it's screen. Jimmy peered out from behind the TV and called to Karen.
"Hey sweet pea, how's them samwiches comin'?!"
"You hold your horses, mister, or you won't be gettin' a sandwich today!" Karen replied.
The two were together again, as they had come to be so frequently. Karen looked up from the cutting board and saw the TV.
"Wait! Stop right there! The picture's clear, I can see everything!"
Jimmy slowly crept out from the TV and looked at the front- Karen was right, there was no static in sight. Rejoicing over his victory, Jimmy ran into the kitchen, grabbed Karen's waist and swept her, squealing, into his arms.
"Put me down, you silly man, or you can't have any lunch!"
After planting a big, wet, sloppy kiss on her lips, Jimmy placed Karen carefully on the yellow-tiled floor of the kitchen.
"You know, Jim-bo, we really ought to start decorating in here," Karen said.
"Well, as soon as I-"
Jimmy was cut off by a HUGE explosion coming from the vacant lot next door. Jimmy ran over to Karen and protected her as vases and glasses fell off the shelves and crashed onto the floor, the building shaking in the aftermath. Pavement debris smashed into the side of the buildling, creating even more turbulance. What seemed to last forever suddenly stopped, and all that was heard was little tinklings against the glass. All of a sudden, something broke through the middle of Jimmy's favorite stained glass window, breaking it into irreparable pieces. Jimmy leaned down to pick up the tiny, shimmering rock, and ran to join Karen at the window. Thousands of little, shiny rocks were flying through the air, breaking windows, knocking some unconcious, and making many people's days. An impeccably dressed man was standing right next to the what-used-to-be vacant lot, jumping up and down, shouting praises in some foreign language that Jimmy didn't recognize.
"Hey- I know him!" Karen exclaimed. "He came into my store one day! He said it was 'adorable,' what a sweet heart! I think he said he's from Italy!"
Jimmy didn't answer, but was instead wondering what in the world the rock was. He remembered seeing something like it before, maybe something that his mother had...
"HEY! This right here may be a diamond!" Jimmy yelled. "My momma has somethin right like this on her weddin' rang!"
"Well what do you know? Ah! Look at the Italian man!"
Jimmy ran back to the window and saw Eros scrambling around the outside of the vacant lot, picking up as many rocks as he could manage. He then moved his way inside the lot and began to roll around in the piles of diamonds that had fallen to the ground. Laughing to himself, Jimmy turned away, assessed them damage to the window, and began cleaning it up. For some reason, he didn't feel so bad about the window. It was as if a spell had been broken.
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It was friday. Jimmy woke up at 8:30, almost late for work. He jumped in the shower, grabbed a quick bite to eat, and headed down to the garage. It wasn't until around lunch time that he realized that he hadn't woken up early in the morning and ran to the bathroom. He hadn't woken up again, later, on the cold tile floor. It was the first time since his dad died that he had had a normal friday morning. Maybe things were looking better after all...