Earthquake

Elizabeth put Jamaal Jr. to sleep, stretching out on the couch. She wasn't sure if she liked polyamory. Sure, Larry was great. But she should be in Acapulco with Jamaal. He'd elevated his side bitch over her. They'd have to have a talk when the season was over and get on the same page.

Then she felt the building sway again, but not from a smaller quake, like last time. This was the big one, the one paranoids and delusionals talked about on the streets, constantly. The light fixture above Elizabeth broke, knocking her out.

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Meanwhile, thirty miles away, Douglas could feel it too. He was still indecisive, listening to Jada and Henry fucking on the other side of the wall, going at it as hard as they always did. They barely noticed the quake, lost in their own reverie, but Douglas got into his car. He had a bad feeling about this.