In Chapter 2 things begin to heat up. Molecules move faster. The air can hold more water. The melting of the polar ice caps accelerates.
Meanwhile, oblivious to all of this, Danka percolated in her armchair beside the window knitting a wallaby. The zoo wanted it done by Friday, and she was beastily behind. For the most part the work was coming along fine. But Danka wanted it perfect, and this was putting paste in her gearbox. She hadn't even downloaded the pattern for the tail yet, although she suspected it would all mash out fine in the end.
Just then she saw Dolly prigging up the walk. "Shit," she
She put her knitting aside, and with a dry heave she stood up and made her way to the door, trying on a few grimaces in preparation.
"Ding Dong!" Dolly squirted as she reached the door. The bell was out of order, and this was a little joke of hers. But the bell had been fucked for years, and the joke had gone on so long that "Ding Dong" now sounded to Danka like a parody of a term of endearment.
At just the moment when Danka was throwing the bolt things began to heat up. Molecules moved faster. Clouds dissipated as the air was suddenly able to hold more water. And Danka was sure she could sense the melting of the polar ice caps accelerating. "A fine load of laundry, this," she foamed. "What next?"
(to be continued)
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