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304 pages, Paperback
Published April 14, 2021
The flies talk to us, okay? This is fly country. Flies fly all around us, a nation of ideas buzzity buzz buzzing above Calia’s head. She’s unfazed, as usual, focused on her drawing of an elephant. The drawing, anatomically precise, isn’t just the product of boredom and the summer heat. Calia never even looks up. One of the fattest flies lands on her forehead and wends its way over the pores and hairs and sweat droplets, flaps its wings, cleans them, what a lovely spot it’s chosen to watch the action, to contemplate the elephant drawing, to admire and extemporize upon Calia’s artistry and offer a thoughtful critique of her work.
“Caleb, what’s wrong with you?” Casandra shrieked as a low-flying bird fell dully to the ground, its miniature heart bursting.
Death followed in Caleb’s wake: long lines of insect corpses, and the indistinct laments of animals unable to make contact.
“A relationship is a bond between two people, Casandra. Something inanimate cannot offer any sort of bond.”
“According to you. What do you know? I’ve never seen anything more inanimate than Dad. And you still slept with him, didn’t you? That’s how you ended up with the three of us, Cacasandra, Cacaleb, and Cacalia.”