“You sound like Darth, you need to clean your filter,” she said
“Seriously. Take that thing off.”
She stared laughing and threw her slipper at him.
He pulled the helmet off and ran his hand through his hair. ‘You know I hate it when you make me laugh, while I’m wearing this. And, by the way, you’re welcome. I finally got bananas.”
“Wow. I’m impressed. Go take a shower and then…”
“I also found these,” he said, holding out a bag of cookies.
She knocked him over and sat on him, while she ripped open the bag. “HOW DID YOU EVER FIND THEM?”
“I wish I had an exciting story,” he chuckled. “Actually, they were on the shelf. The kid was just putting them out.”
“What’s it like out there? I haven’t been out for weeks, since you are the designated shopper.”
“I saw three deer and a whole lot of ducks. I think ducks are going to take over the world. They aren’t worried about climate change. No matter how high the water gets, they can just swim.”
“Hard to dive for food,” she said.”
“Maybe they can eat the leaves from the tree tops.”
“Hmmm,” she said, shoving a cookie into his mouth. “Any people out there?”
“A few in the store.”
“The government is still hiding, but everyone thinks they’ll be found soon. All of their assets have been distributed equally between the tribes. The jails are filled with priests and soon the government goons will be sharing cells with them. A few people think we should feed them,” he laughed.
“Someone needs to write a song about happy endings,” she said.
“I’ll write the words and you write the music.”
“Let’s do it,” he said. “After I take a shower.”
“Do you remember what life was like before the virus?”
“You mean an insane and out of control government, corruption, violence, rapist priests and…”
“No, I mean when we could go outside and not think about dying?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know, I guess I was just wondering if we’d ever be able to do things like that again.”
“It’s better if you don’t think about it,” he whispered, holding her close. “It doesn’t lead to anything good.”
“It’s just that…well, you know, life got so much smaller.”
“So? We’re still happy, aren’t we?”
“We are,” she said, smiling at him. “But how did we let things get so bad? Why, didn’t we stop them before it all happened?”
“Circular discussion, remember. People refused to look at what was happening. The Ostrich, head in the sand thing. Easier that way. But it never is. So, what’s for dinner?”
“I’ll surprise you.”
“Deal,” he said. “And we’ll catch the old prez and his henchmen, and they’ll pay for what they’ve done.”
“That won’t bring back what they destroyed.”
“No, but it will give people hope.”
“Get busy on the words to the song.”
“I love you.”
“I know,” he laughed, and covered his face with his arms to deflect the other slipper.
“Speaking of surprises, here’s a surprise for you in the shower.”
“What?” he asked, excitedly.
“Well, it wouldn’t be a surprise, if I told you, right?”
She set the table and made dinner. He walked into the kitchen, squeaking a rubber duck and smiling.
“Where did you ever find this?”
“Do you like it?” she asked, hopefully.
“I love it and, by the way, I love you too.”