My cousins’ farm was looking splendid. It was more spacious than ever, beautifully decorated, clean, tidy, and filled with friends. I was particularly impressed that B and J managed all the house work on their own.
I wondered, however, at the expense of entertaining the steady stream of visitors, some of whom were merely passing acquaintances of their hosts.
Then I spotted the film crew. Everything that I saw was story-boarded by a production team, and funded by a major television network. My cousins had sold their souls to so-called ‘reality’ television.