Franco 3 - Cry Havoc 15 Driving home one late night, Frank had heard a telepathic spy on a talk show share his vision of the world’s end. He saw the jet stream swooping down close to earth and wreaking havoc with agriculture. He predicted mass starvation, particularly in Third World countries. Even more gruesome, he warned that as this time approached, it would be heralded by an unprecedented number of children killing other children. Reading the Los Angeles Times, she wondered if the end was indeed nigh; the Santa Anas had been bellowing wildfires for a week, and another high school kid had decided to settle a pubescent score by shooting half his classmates and a teacher. Sprawled half naked on a chaise lounge, Frank found the almost empty Corona in the chair’s shade. The sun was hot, the beer was cold, and the news was always bad. World without end, amen, Frank thought, but if it ended today she was going out a happy woman. Dinner was ready—pink shrimp in avocado halves, sliced ruby tomatoes from the farmer’s market, fresh bread from the Old Town Bakery, all accompanied by an icy bottle of pale Fume—and Gail would be here any minute to share it with her.
