“Anyway,” said Dante after finishing his drink, “we could all go suddenly and violently at any time. Just bam, dead.”

Gladys turned around to face the others. “Do we have to talk about this? It’s creepy.”

“Sorry,” said Adam.

“No,” said Dante. “It’s good to talk about this stuff. How are you going to die, Gladys?”

“I’d rather not think about it,” she said. “I’m already scared all the time. I don’t want to die. I’m just barely starting to live.”

Adam watched a bee crawl on his hand. Gladys went back downstairs.

“So,” said Dante, “what’s the plan now?”