Poky’s Levitating Grandmother by Jonathan Baker
I imagined he liked me, but the truth is I have no idea. Our friendship was born of necessity rather than mutual admiration.
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I no longer harangue every desk nurse at every hospital for a taxonomic breakdown of her bills. I don’t ask for the numbers of the Benadryl, the water cups, the abdominal touches done with gloved hands. I am the most American I’ve ever been—she costs what she costs and I eat it.
I imagined he liked me, but the truth is I have no idea. Our friendship was born of necessity rather than mutual admiration.
Was there comfort in that work, Frank wondered? Torment? Exactly what was the inheritance he had received from this stranger?
The ridge had taken on a film as though color had been pulled out of the air and pressed to the ground.
Poor Mr. Hatch, the maintenance and groundskeeping man. What luck, the apocalypse happened on mowing day, and he moved even slower than zombies.
Fantasies such as physical bodies wither when deprived of nutrients, including cash and credit.