We were saving up to
leave Spoon River. Leave
America. As a
nation we are doomed,
destined for collapse, and
will be lucky to
survive a handful of
decades more without
tearing ourselves apart.
So we were leaving.
But I got sick, a rare
form of cancer. Then
Jeane got a flu that would
not pass. We spent our
savings on doctors. No
matter. We both died
within the year. Get out,
while you’re still able.