“You made such a big deal about security that you sacrificed giving us any long-term community.”
[…]
“I guess your plan would be to live somewhere perfect and give Dusty roots.”
“No place is perfect. Don’t be so touchy.”
“Well, it’s been kind of a week, Tig. I just found out our house is slated for demolition.”
“Mom. The permafrost is melting. Millions of acres of it.”
Willa tried to see the connection. “And I’m just worried about my house. That’s your point?”
Tig shook her head. “It’s so, so scary. It’s going to be fire and rain, Mom. Storms we can’t deal with, so many people homeless. Not just homeless but placeless. Cities go underwater and then what? You can’t shelter in place anymore when there isn’t a place.”
Willa tucked her hands between her knees and declined to believe these things.