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It’s boxing day (the Brit name for the day after Christmas) and Pamela, Lisa’s grandmother is visiting our little pandemic ark. Pamela’s a Cowboys fan so we’re watching them slaughter Washington - between commercials - but now a Tesla commercial is running. “Those electric cars,” Pamala says dubiously, “seem problematic.” “You’ve heard of global warming, haven’t you, Pamala?” Leeza says? Leeza addresses everyone (even her grandmother) as if they were her age (12). It’s both seductive and lazy. “This whole system,” she raises her arms to include the apartment, the city and America, “will collapse - we’re DOOOOMED,” she concludes, as if speechifying to an eager crowd. “Everyone’s heard of climate change,” Pamela says, sipping her eggnog. Pamela is as well informed as any of us and seems rather envious of the future, even the coming awfulness. “Leeza’s her own theatre,” Her mom says, grimacing indulgently. Leeza’s full attention was now on the pastry tray - having spotted two small eclairs under the bear claws - she'd lost interest in the conversation and saving the planet. “The system won’t collapse,” Will says. Will received his early acceptance letter from Harvard the other day and now he knows everything. “We’ll lose Florida, South Carolina and New York,” he pronounces calmly, “so there’ll be some.. migrations.” “Thank you, professor,” Lisa says, rolling her eyes as if to say ”Harvard people.” “I think the Covid might get us all - before climate change,” I say, in the spirit of the holiday. “Well,” Will says, grinning, “that’s what ALL the people at inferior colleges think.” Leeza, passing by my easychair, curls into my lap like a cat, gently petting my hair. “Don’t be mean to MY friend,” she says, purringly - I was suddenly her possession. Lisa comes out of her chair, a sly smile on her face, to lay crosswise atop Leeza (and me). “Ugg,” I managed to say, squirming to get comfortable, then “Akkkk.” Lisa says, “Leave my poor roomie alone!” and starts baby-kissing my head.” Will starts in our direction like HE’S going to pile on. “Egggg! I shrek, “HELP!” Pamela whoops with glee as Dallas scores another touchdown. “Like beating a dead dog with a stick,” she says.

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Boxing Day

It’s boxing day (the Brit name for the day after Christmas) and Pamela, Lisa’s grandmother is visiting our little pandemic ark. Pamela’s a Cowboys fan so we’re watching them slaughter Washington - between commercials - but now a Tesla commercial is running. “Those electric cars,” Pamala says dubiously, “seem problematic.” “You’ve heard of global warming, haven’t you, Pamala?” Leeza says? Leeza addresses everyone (even her grandmother) as if they were her age (12). It’s both seductive and lazy. “This whole system,” she raises her arms to include the apartment, the city and America, “will collapse - we’re DOOOOMED,” she concludes, as if speechifying to an eager crowd. “Everyone’s heard of climate change,” Pamela says, sipping her eggnog. Pamela is as well informed as any of us and seems rather envious of the future, even the coming awfulness. “Leeza’s her own theatre,” Her mom says, grimacing indulgently. Leeza’s full attention was now on the pastry tray - having spotted two small eclairs under the bear claws - she'd lost interest in the conversation and saving the planet. “The system won’t collapse,” Will says. Will received his early acceptance letter from Harvard the other day and now he knows everything. “We’ll lose Florida, South Carolina and New York,” he pronounces calmly, “so there’ll be some.. migrations.” “Thank you, professor,” Lisa says, rolling her eyes as if to say ”Harvard people.” “I think the Covid might get us all - before climate change,” I say, in the spirit of the holiday. “Well,” Will says, grinning, “that’s what ALL the people at inferior colleges think.” Leeza, passing by my easychair, curls into my lap like a cat, gently petting my hair. “Don’t be mean to MY friend,” she says, purringly - I was suddenly her possession. Lisa comes out of her chair, a sly smile on her face, to lay crosswise atop Leeza (and me). “Ugg,” I managed to say, squirming to get comfortable, then “Akkkk.” Lisa says, “Leave my poor roomie alone!” and starts baby-kissing my head.” Will starts in our direction like HE’S going to pile on. “Egggg! I shrek, “HELP!” Pamela whoops with glee as Dallas scores another touchdown. “Like beating a dead dog with a stick,” she says.