Epiphany
She looked happier, relieved.
“How will we survive the bank failure?” he asked. “Can you swim?”
“I could if I wanted.”
“If we burn this boat, you’d better know how to.”
“Don’t worry. We’ll all turn to bones and ashes, sooner or later.”
“I’m guessing no carpet cleaner, then.”
“No.”
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