"Thursday night." BJ repeats. "I should be back home playing Bingo with Peg at the local Legion." He grunts as he struggles to tighten the band around the arm. "Not amputating a limb from a kid."
"Poker night in Crabapple Cove." Hawkeye sighs, as he works to remove a kidney beyond repair. "Jack Rexel's winning what's rightfully mine as we speak."
Charles looks up, wistful. "A symphony by Boston's finest orchestra, with first class box seats."
"Mildred's probably over at Grace and Marty's right now, having our weekly game of Hearts."
They falter. Oddly enough, the abrupt silence seems fitting.