They’re arguing again, Mom and Dad, yelling at each other, speaking over each other. “God dammit, Momma! What’s the matter with you?” You wish they would stop, just stop. You’re floaty, and you can’t hear very well. Everyone starts to sound muffled, and far, far away.

But then someone’s calling your name …” Beatriz … Beatriz, can you answer Bob’s question?”

You realize you’re in a meeting, Crap! How long were you not here? What did you miss? But then the arguing starts again, and you’re gone …