There are some things I want you to see. A little testing I want to do with you— But nothing so intensive.
( Through a mouthful of tomato; she holds the back of her palm over her lips. )
Do you really think you’re not replaceable? You, specifically? We increase and decrease ex-pop activity as need be. We could have a brand new Wireboy and Wiregirl down in Thin Blue Line by next Wednesday.
I told him that, too.
( A sigh and a cursory wave of her hand. Wheat bread and tomatoes for breakfast, again, unless one of them finally heaves up to go shopping. )
We ought to get repellent. Or a better fence.
You should be glad his ashes aren’t mingling around with whatever we forgot to scrape out yesterday, right now.






