MyThreeDaughters

The other day, Fontaine asked me what would happen if a comet slammed into Earth. I guess it’s cool to ponder such things, or worry like heck about them, when you’re six.
(By the time you’re 44, you have a ready list of people you might wish a comet would land on).
“Depends on how big the comet was?” I said, trying to mask not knowing.
“A really big one,” she said.
Well, I began explaining, it has happened. A woman I work with once wrote a story about a meteor that crashed into the Eastern Shore. But that was millions and millions of years ago.
“Oh my gosh,” Fontaine said. “You used to live on the Eastern Shore. Were you hurt?”
No, I wasn’t hurt.
But I’m a little wounded now.