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“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.