"Are you laughing at me?"

  "Of course not." A burst of laughter from some people approaching.  "Where's your Shiel?" 

  "Studying at Oxford." 

  The floaters stepped up to the food truck window.  The oxygen bottle was almost empty but slouching on the floor sucking in the invisible air changed the person's skin color.  "Better?" A person boarding the Weinie truck selling burritos asked and took pulse. 

  Allende.  The blank dust jacket on the thick book simply read.

  The person sucking on the face mask tried to move it away from face to affirm better.  An EMT held up hands in front of face but did not touch.  That was hairy, the person wheezed. 

  Someone else stuffed between dry goods cupboards on the floor nodded.