“Marian put her teacup down on the table. "Teenagers-everything is so apocalyptic.”
“Teenagers. Everything is so apocalyptic.”
“What use for? asks my mother, jiggling the table with her hand. You put something else on top, everything fall down.”
“A conflagration always made such a nice backdrop to a battle. Fire made everything so much more joyously apocalyptic.”
“Didn’t have much choice. Couldn’t handle the whining.” “She whines?”“Not her, but a teacup poodle.”“Canines have teacup poodle shifters now?”
“Love is in the greenwood, dawn is in the skies, And Marian is waiting with a glory in her eyes.”