Flood
“I was trying to imagine what had happened to the lasagna that had her so freaked out.”
There was a flood. Our landlady is in her nineties and her cognitive abilities have been slipping.
Rosie was heating up a frozen Trader Joe’s lasagna and went to check on it. I was in the living room with the paused Gilmore Girls. Suddenly, she was yelling for me to come to the kitchen immediately, panic in her voice. I was trying to imagine what had ha…
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