Sunday, January 24, 2016

In the Night Kitchen

The dog barks, a short, dry, coughing sound, because she's not allowed in the kitchen and Katie and I are both hanging out in there.

I'm sitting on the floor, my back to the refrigerator, playing a game on the computer, while Katie stands at the sink holding a mostly cleaned pig's skull and an X-Acto blade. After poking around inside it a bit, rinsing, and considering again, she places her lips to the back of the skull and blows, and a bunch of thankfully unidentifiable tissue flows out the nose.

"Man, the inside of your head is so cool!" she enthuses, and the dog barks again.

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