Infestation
Something was scratching in the walls. I tried to ignore it, to pay attention to the man from the county, but I kept coming back to it, wondering how they’d gotten back in. I thought I’d closed up all the holes they got in through before.
“Have you had any more episodes?”
“What?” I asked, my attention snapping back to the conversation at hand.
“Have the new medications helped?”
“Oh, yeah, I’m fine.” I wanted to get this over with so I could go find where they were getting in.
A tiny green hand probed testingly through the furnace register.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
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