Genius is gone but not forgotten. Back to college, but leaving his mark on Thevictorian homestead.
I turned on my old-fashioned Memorex radio/cassette player
"Oh. I guess I shouldn't be doing this, should I?"
"What? NO! It's so hard to get that station! Now I can't listen to the games!"
"Oh, calm down. You can tune them in again." Easy for him to say. It took me five minutes.
Monday morning Genius called. He only left Sunday evening, you know.
"Hey. Is The Pony up yet?"
"Well, when he gets up, send him in my room to see if I left a folder on the floor by the heat vent. It has stuff I need that I'm working on. There are three magazines on top, too. If they're there, send them to me. There's no hurry. But I need that stuff."
"Uh huh. And there's a coffee cup, I think, on the table where The Pony piles his junk. It's green. I don't need it. I will buy another one. It's only $10. I think I left it. I saw one there and thought, 'That's odd. The Pony likes the same kind of cup I do.' But then I realized that it was mine. The reason I'm telling you is that I think there's coffee in it. I normally rinse it out, and I'm pretty sure I did. But just in case, it doesn't need to be sitting there with coffee in it."
"So you want me to wash it?"
"Yeah. And when I'm home, or when you come out, I can get it back."
"Okay. When I get up from the La-Z-Boy, where I'm resting, after spending DAYS getting Christmas presents and food ready, and a whole day taking you gambling...I'll find your folder and put it in something and take it to the post office and pay to mail it, and I'll wash your coffee cup."
"Okay. Thanks. Bye."
Just Genius. Keeping himself relevant. Like George Costanza leaving his belongings in a date's apartment.