CLICK CLICK CLICK shutter snaps, naked, so damn naked. POP goes the rodent, and the rodent goes splat. NOISE NOISE NOISE did you do it? Say you did it! crowds, swarms, mess, and SHUT! door close. breath. slower breath. slower breath. slump.
"Dad?"
quiet, quiet, you don't hear.
"Dad, are you okay?"
ears are muffed, WAH WAH WAH charlie brown nose sounds.
" . . . you didn't go to the book signing, did you, Dad?"
"Book signings are where books are, where books are there is quiet! There is supposed to be quiet!"
"Oh, Dad. . ."
rushing, thumping up stairs THUMP THUMP BOOM BOOM where'd i put the phone, dammit
"Mr. Gribhauer? Yeah, no. No. . . ." look over the shoulder "he's in a ball. Right. . . right . . . well, I would've called Dr. Rahm first, but . . . Right. . . Listen, Mr. Gribhauer, I just need to make sure my Dad's still getting paid, because technically he did . . . Mr. Gribhauer, you know what this does to him . . ."
under the couch, crawl now, no one can see, no noise.
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