“You’d think a little rain ranked as one of those biblical plagues, like, what is it, locusts.” “Or water turning to blood.” “That’s ridiculous.” Wasn’t it? “That’s a plague?” “It’s a popular one. One of Egypt’s ten, and one of the seven predicted in Revelation.” “How do you know this stuff?” “Oh, just things you pick up.” “I’d put them right down again,” Eve decided. “We have to deal with enough blood without worrying about it spurting out of the shower.”
