Information

In my neighborhood information is mutable. It should be called improvisational theater. People say the first thing that pops into their head and it rapidly sprouts as truth.
"Someone put bombs in the truck and they went off," Rose said to me.
"It was the sound of two air bags exploding in the fire, the policeman told me, I said.
"Oh, she said," disappointed.
"The family shouts all at once on a normal day, five kids and two screaming parents. The kids need a hook to be heard above the roar. The same was true in my family," I tell my husband.