Acupuncture After The Apocalypse

Left Out Of Anything

Levi doesn’t want to be left out of anything, so he’s been staying in the smallest guest room every night this week. He wants us all to be together as much as possible. He even takes Eve to work with him; she rides around with him in the Mayor-mobile, a black SUV driven by a man named Simeon.  It’s packed with three or four aides who yammer on phones and quip about politics. I haven’t witnessed this for myself—I hear it from Eve.

She’s developed a fabulously gratifying imitation of Prianka, by the way.

When Eve goes off with Levi, Mason leaves the house, too. His explanations—at least to me—are thin or non-existent. When I ask Eve about this, she says Mason goes to the Field Museum of Natural History. I assume she means he’s trying to get his job back there or visiting old colleagues. But she hasn’t said this. There’s no elaboration. For all I know, Mason could just be going down to look at the mummies and browse the gift shop.

We’re talking all the time, all of us old friends, and we laugh a lot over our dinners in the evening. It’s exciting to be back together. But what we laugh about is the past. What we don’t address is the future.

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.