“I think it would be best if, when you’re having suicidal thoughts of stabbing yourself, that you try to think of rainbows instead.”
“Rainbows?” Ann said hugging a pillow.
“Yeah,” Lisa said, standing back to look at her wall art. “Ya know—happy, bright, refreshing, the calm after the storm, God’s gift to the earth.”
“Or the aliens’ gift,” Ann added.
“Course,” Lisa agreed. “Can’t rule that out.”