Anabel arrived at the bungalow at 3pm. She found her grandmother watching reruns of “Psych” on Prime.
“Hey, Grandma!”
“Well, hello, dearie. Checking up on your ole granny?”
“Well, yes,” Anabel said. She took off her jacket and placed it on top of a stack of magazines.
“Where are the Martians today?” Grandma asked.
“They’re not Martians, Grandma; they’re extra dimensional beings.”
“Martians, extra-terrestrials, same thing. We got to be politically correct with the little green men from Mars now, too?” She grabbed a pack of cigarettes from her sweater. She shook out a cigarette and lit it.
“They’re giant, and they’re not from Mars.”
“Well, anywho, where are they?”
“The news said that they’re mostly sticking to Bangkok, Hong Kong, and Melbourne right now. We should have a while before they hit California. I think it’ll be a good long while before they reach Fort Wayne.”
“Bangkok? Hmmf,” Grandma said, then took a drag.
“People are saying they like the hot places.”
“Well, if it comes to that, we’ve got family in Appleton.”
“I’m not moving to Appleton,” Anabel flatly stated.
“Nothing wrong with Appleton!” Grandma said. “Houdini was from Appleton!”
“Houdini was born in Budapest.”
“He grew up on Appleton Street in Appleton, Wisconsin! Your grandmother knows a thing or two, still!”
Anabel sat on the chair opposite her grandma. Grandma smoked in silence for a moment.
Finally, she said, “At least all you Millennials were wrong: Us Boomers aren’t the reason for the end of the world.”