Plus, Abby’s face was wearing the same trauma-expression I’d seen in 1998 when she got off a now-condemned rollercoaster: her mouth wide open, tears brimming, face purple, and the only noise issued from her throat was a strangled gasping snort.
I had forgotten the secret side effect of sudden exercise and diet change: malaria-style dysentery you don't know is en route because there is simply no warning. One minute, you’re lying sideways enjoying a movie, and the next, misadventure ensues.
I am still laughing... still evacuating... he is still in my WAY.
I have SOOO much energy-adrenaline from the Great Evacuation. I may never sleep again.