“It’s the season of eternal phlegm, of hissing vaporizers and silver teaspoons full of gooey bubble-gum-flavored syrups that break fevers and dry up noses and end midnight coughs. All kinds of coughs; whooping coughs, barking coughs, wheezing coughs, hacking coughs, sniffling coughs. Some are wet, some dry; some are in the throat, some in the chest; some are from allergy, some from colds, and some from a mysterious planet called Virus. In the middle of the night, though, I’m not awake enough to classify coughs. I’m just trying to locate from which room they are coming. (Fate, pg. 165)”
Fate, T M. (2011), Cabin Fever. Boston, MA: Beacon Press.
Only One Childhood 