I had this idea about phone books.” “Phone books,” she echoes dryly. “Nobody uses those anymore.” I give her a look. “They would get delivered to our door. A yellow and white paged book full of numbers and locations. I wanted to pick a random address out of the book and kill everyone in the house, leaving behind the page with their name and number circled. Tack it to the wall with the remains of their face pinned next to it, dripping like a fried egg slapped onto a plate.”
