“Lower your voice! Gracie, I am begging you to see a doctor. That mothman has scrambled your brain.” “I think we’re drunk,” she stage whispered, still curled in the seat of her chair. “But this is a very good idea. You’re just a silly snake, you wouldn’t know a good idea if it slithered up and bit you.“ She sat up quickly, pantomiming his side-to-side undulation, both of her hands cupping the air around her thighs. “You just need to give her a taste of the stacked salami, and I’ll bet this will all go away. Oh shit, I’m dizzy.”
