Bev phoned Duncan, who tried to reassure her. Then she opened an audiobook on her iPod and slept in and out of narratives by Neil Gaiman.
Bored by day, Beverly Barkowitz rested and healed, healed and rested. She pulled a little thread from her nose.
It was a cockroach.
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I dream of Beverly.. she's healing and resting and seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.. Here's the way a PrairieShiksa would view it: let's just pretend 2009 does not exist. On New Year's Day, 2010, all will be well and we'll party like it's 1999.
(oh.. wait... that's old again... note to self: retrieve current pop culture references for post)
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