clenched fist and bounces of the wall, then down her side, off the arc of her butt cheek, making it fly horizontally, before hitting the wall behind her, and dropping dead. She turns around to pick it up, bending over to do so. When she picks up the mangled piece of soap, which now looked like modern art, she made sure to wash under her breasts and between her butt cheeks, the way she’s had to do for the last twenty years.





These things have always been such a burden, she thinks to herself. And today was no different. After all, she was convinced that it was those parts of her that had made today so stressful on so many counts. She had overheard him saying to a guiltywasn’t feeling well at all. She was exhausted, and her office was at least fifteen more minutes away, even with the roads as empty as they were now. She put her head in her hand for what felt like a second, before lifting it again and seeing a terrified man standing before her. She slammed on the breaks, stopping within a few inches of hitting him. And when he passed, throwing out a “watch where you’re going lady,” your mom looked around and noticed she was only a block away from her office building.





Was this how it started? Had she really caught the corona virus?





Suddenly, as if without her help, her car parked, and she got out of it and headed for the front door, which felt like