Caleb's mouth twisted a little, briefly annoyed by the rules, by God's expectations and Gabe's perfect adherence to both of them. Why couldn't he be so devoted? Why was he always questioning things? Why did he want?

"Nothing," he mumbled. "It's just TV. Don't you think we can be a good judge on what's okay to watch? I mean, I'm turning nineteen in like...two weeks."

As it was, he'd turned on the local news. Boring. He flipped past a commercial, past an infomercial, past an animal documentary, a home improvement show, and stopped on what looked like a movie.