- Vol. 04
- Chapter 10
How to Survive a Nuclear Attack
My son has a plan for our afterlife. We will meet right here, he says, and hang a sign so that the realtor knows we’ll all be coming back. It’s how we will find each other again.
I plug the groceries into their places, take stock of the water and batteries, check off duct tape, flint, charcoal, diapers, and cans that refuse to expire. My plan for
the bombs my son already seems to know are coming. He believes we will be bodied enough to live again in this house, with dumb couches and dirty rugs, that it’s the meeting place in this world and the next, and that the transistor radio I put in the basement is for when we decide it’s dark enough to dance.