Acupuncture After The Apocalypse

Let That Slip Over

Eight-four. Today’s date. Eight plus four equals twelve, you know. And one of Jenna’s kids is turning twelve today, Dr. Cohen let that slip over breakfast yesterday. He’s going to the birthday party tonight, on this numerically auspicious day.

Is Jenna really my romantic rival for this desirable septuagenarian? Does she regard him as a father figure? Or worse—does she enjoy his company? Maybe Dr. Cohen is madly infatuated with her, but she doesn’t fully return his affection. Maybe he is using me for solace.

I have an idea: I’ll fix her up with Beefcake.

Jill Riddell is a writer in Chicago. She teaches at the School of the Art Institute and has a weakness for nature, magic, and pennies abandoned in sidewalk cracks.