I’m awake (alive).

And then the landline rang.

Papa says Lucy died in her sleep.

In the corner, the rocking chair began to rock.

They are out of food.

I only started to feel right again–to feel whole again–when I turned to less artificial sources of calcium: Greek yogurt, sesame seeds, finger bones, teeth.

No wifi on board.

Mandible-ist: I’d put my appendix under my pillow to get my wisdom teeth back. Materialist: I’d put mine under my pillow for a Birkin.

Neurotic NYT follower: Let’s check on Eric Adams. Has a senior thesis to write: Bro. Do your homework.

Fifth-wave feminist: If only every man was as supportive as this Amazon customer service guy. He’s like a dog to have in the room!

Accidentally seductive: I was imagining a little brother relationship. Observant onlooker: Well, did you see that way that ‘little brother’ was dancing with you?

Pulls no punches: She had horrible B.O. She STANK. She probably cuts up a lemon and rubs it all over her armpits.