He set two places at the counter and took the bubbling sausage casserole from the oven. There would be no diet this day. Then, he turned on the record player and heard the familiar, if scratchy, strains of the Messiah.
Dooley appeared at the kitchen door, dressed in the burgundy robe. "Sounds like a' army's moved in down here."
"My friend, you have hit the nail on the head. It is an army of the most glorious voices in recent history, singing one of the most majestic musical works ever written!"
Dooley rolled his eyes.
~ At home in Mitford