(scene opens in pandemic parlor, music server up way too loud)
Jethro Tull: (blasting) War Child dance the days, and dance the nights away.
Me: (at embroidery frame, taking slow careful stitches)
Gamma: (comes running in, begins to dance, flailing in a mad frenzy of arms and legs)
Me: (pauses, watches over top of reading glasses)
Gamma: (sees her mother watching, flees the room)
Me: (to no one) Should have seen that coming.
(scene fades to black, music roars to silence)