December 18, 2002
A hole was opening up inside her lungs, the doctor had told her. But Barbara refused to believe that such a thing was even possible. What the hell does that quack know, Barbara thought as she took a deep breath that felt completely normal. The morning air was naked. A little chilly, but naked. She was supposed to stay out of the sun, but it felt good against her freckled skin. A goddamn hole in her lungs, she thought. What about that depleting ozone layer thing? How ‘bout that for science! But Barbara knew better; she’d have to quit smoking.