July 15, 2009
You're hand-washing a glass in the kitchen, kinda grossed out by the milk scum that forms a ring about an inch from the rim. Your next-door neighbor is flossing his teeth and thinking about a deposition. The lady in 2-D is memorizing the combination of her new padlock. A cat coughs up an invisible hairball. Someone sneezes. All, cross-section dollhouse scenarios that only the most dullard sort of kid would consider worthy of recreation. Somewhere, though, there are housesful of drama. Somewhere, you can bet your life on it, someone's grandma is dying. And someone else's grandma. And someone else's.