(scene opens in homeschool parlor)
Me: (gingerly steps into room, clad in bathrobe)
Delta: Mommy! (runs over, slam hugs)
Gamma: Mom! (runs over, bear hugs)
Me: (wanly) I love you too. (pats children) Don’t hug me so hard, my stomach hurts.
Delta: (lets go) Are you better?
Me: Mostly. I need to get something to eat. I’ve not eaten in five days. (moves gingerly to kitchen)
Beta: (looks up from table) How are you alive if you haven’t eaten in five days?
Me: Gatorade. Spite. Mostly spite.
Beta: Your hatred for all humanity?
Me: Something like that.