"Laia, don’t change the subject."

"Will I ever have a child? Probably not. Why? Because of a lottery installed to keep you people from breeding like rabbits."

"Mother of God! You are the last person I want to hear on sexual morality, Laia!"

"Can I go outside without a hat? No-not without a reprimand from some aging Public Health cop. Why? Because my grandparents ate the ozone layer."

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"Wow, Abuela. You broke a glass. How dramatic."

"How dare you. How dare you lecture me about our sins. You are angry because you are inconvenienced? We died, Laia! We died and we died and we died. When I was six I saw the river rise, the bodies floating there like logs, so thick you could walk from one bank to the other without touching the water. I watched the tumors bubble up on my father as if his skin was coming to a boil. Do you know why Evan and Nancy are precious to me, Laia? Why the Children of the Flood stick together? Because half of us died before we were ten years old. We saved the world you find so inconvenient, Laia."

"It was a couple of weeks, it was two bottles of wine and a good laugh, it was a goddam mistake and it didn’t mean anything and I’m tired of apologizing."

"Get out of my house."

"Abuela-"

"Get out. Not forever. I can’t help loving you, I’ll forgive you sooner than you deserve-but I won’t have you revel in it, and I won’t have you dishonor the dead I carry with me. Get out."

"I’m sorry."

"Thank god. Now get out of my sight."