As we’re driving along, Aaron’s in the back seat, looking at a rural scene on a postcard that he got somewhere.
“You know what I see?”
I try to figure out what he means. Did he mispronounce it, or make up a new word? A lamb empire? A lamb-umpire? A lamb-…
“You mean a lamb vampire?”
He shows me the postcard, and it’s just a scene of a pig and some hills. He points to the ridge of one of the hills and says that it’s really small. There’s nothing there.
But you know what? I see it too. The hills are teeming with them.