Shadows have offended

When I got back from the play rehearsal on Friday, I ran into Arne in the kitchen.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"Staying here," he said. He was overloading the blender with carrots.
"What happened? I thought Ivar fixed the building," I said.
"He did. Then this week, when I was watching Girls With Low Self Esteem on SpikeCanada, Wilco got all upset, and started staring at this tree near the corner of the building. I think he was trying to warn me that it was rotten. Anyway, the tree crashed, my roof's damaged, and we're here. You've got better cable." Wilco hopped by right then, and I think he smirked, but you can't be sure with rabbits.
I walked into the living room and saw my brother doing something with my father's laptop.
"What are you doing to Dad's laptop?"
Charles Wallace looked up. "I'm circumventing The Beaver's vote-counting protocols so Mom can vote for Brian Mulroney as Worst Canadian as many times as she wants."
"Good. When's she's finished I'll vote for the head of the English department." I had just come from another afternoon of being told to be less tall. The play director was talking about trying something with wheels for me to be onstage. It didn't sound like it would work, but Jeremy said he'd give it a try.