“Oh, my God! It’s ending!” she screams.
“The news or the world?” I wonder as I begin to walk to the front room. Then, I feel it too. I trip as I run to be with her. I hear the front door open over the dishes rattling.
I am in slow motion. I can’t get to her quickly enough.
Then, I see her through the window.
She is running barefoot with arms raised through the fields with her pink housecoat flapping open in the wind.
And, I laugh.
First, it’s a chuckle, then a guffaw, then near hysterics.
Then, I am engulfed in the old sobs.