There would be no walls and there would be no windows. They would endure the elements as the very first people had, with respect and curiosity and the interdependence Wanda was born into. This would be how Phyllis spent her remaining time on this earth. Hadn’t humans lived this way for thousands of years? They must learn to live this way once more—she was certain of it. The structures they built would bend and break, and they would make new ones. There would be nothing so precious that they couldn’t begin again. And again.
