Maj is sitting in the living room, tapping at the window, “Mother, I fear there is a strange illness afoot.”
“Mmm hmmm.”
“Remember that time you exploded a potato in the microwave?”
“Mmm hmmm.”
“It’s like a window-display of death over here.”
“Mmm hmmm.”
“I’m probably breathing contagion-scourge right this instant.”
“Mmm hmmm.”
She …Blown jackets
