Sarah told me today, "I have dangerous neighbors."
Not because they committed crimes, but because they are delivering sickness with a side-order of apathy. The violence of a sneeze startles me awake just in time to see a man wipe the mist onto his pant thigh. Unlady-like elephant honks spew snot into bargain-basement toilet paper which is wadded up and left on tabletops. A surreal centerpiece for a home decor magazine. Shirt sleeves catch drippy noses. Someone coughed up green goo and showed it off like a game show prize.

This is real.

She seen it happen.

She vowed to keep a positive attitude today, so She will collect the dirty kleenex, compost them into fertilizer, and grow flowers.