Knock Knock, Open Wide

by Neil Sharpson

Betty’s first term in UCD passed in a mad rush of stress, drinking too much, eating too little, insecurity, and anxiety that would years later, somehow, bake and cool in her memory as happiness.

We’re stocking up on crap movies and ice cream and then heading back to your place.” “Ugh. That’s so cliché.” “So’s penicillin for pneumonia. Take the damn cure.”