Decontamination Day
Darrin was afraid. The young civet sat restlessly in the iron-clad basement of his suburban home, sitting on an uncomfortable wooden bench across from his mother and sister. Silence. Deathly silence. Most of the thinking people in the land...
The Hotline
Well, he supposed it was better than trying to have a conversation in _support_ of the erstwhile candidate's social agenda. "yeah." and really, wasn't it... a bit odd, that the topic bothered him in the first place?