1951

"The truth about what?" says Sheila, as Matthew returns with two  coffees, one of which sets before her. "What!  No coffee for me?" says Michael in partial mock indignation. "My third arm got amputated because of gangrene.  Move your ass, kiddo, it's self serve around here",  says Matthew. "Yes Mom", says Michael, getting up slowly and reluctantly. "Ahem", snorts Sheila, trying not successfully to sound offended. "Oh just listen to the competition", sneers her son, glancing and winking her way. Sheila looks at Tron and says in a challenge, "How do you know all this?" "How can I not know", he replies as she stares dumbfounded at him, and I can tell that Sheila, and likely the others, are also seeing Tron in the glory of his glistening green and golden robes, because that is precisely what I happen to be seeing.