I am not delusional. I know I am going to die. As a
child, our babysitter would ask us if we wanted to live
in a padded room, with sealed doors and hazmat
suits. We were anxious children. That’s no way to
enjoy the world, she said. And then she was killed in
a car accident after leaving our house. Right at the
end of our street. It was snowing. She was twenty-
one. My mother didn’t speak for a whole day. I think
we all thought we killed her.