by James Foster Reed
It starts with the usual spring tick advisory. Then Helen swears one lands on her neck in her own driveway. Earl starts telling his “dive bomber” stories again. People laugh. Someone jokes, “When ticks fly.” By August, nobody is laughing anymore.
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