I said to Alona. But I was beginning to think it might be wishful thinking, rather than a rational argument, that kept me fighting. With Ed now safely tucked into the backseat of my car—without notice from the neighbors, as far as we could tell—we were heading out of town, but Alona and I were st...
They paused just long enough to crowd together and take a picture of themselves on someone’s phone—I couldn’t tell whose from this distance. One of them shrieked upon reviewing the photo, and they went through the routine again, wobbling as they squished closer. &nbs...