Mayflies of Apollo
Daphne heard about the mayflies on the TV and didn’t stop to think if she needed to pack for an overnight stay or to cancel plans for the weekend – she simply picked up her purse, locked the apartment, and drove west on Route 6. It was the kind of impulsive act that Penn had adored in the early days and later come to hate. But he wasn’t here; he was a confirmed lowlife and an adulterer to boot and probably was probably now sinking under the weight of soiled diapers and sour day-old bottles of formula. It served him right. She hummed to herself as she made the turn towards the township of Apollo, where the TV said the mayflies were.
She liked that they were at Apollo. The newscaster, with her frighteningly white teeth, had done her piece to camera from the town on the c
