She is increasingly irritated and angry, she says, about feeling irritated and angry. She knows it’s a trauma thing. From the fire. But it won’t stop. Everywhere, she is simmering like Vesuvius. And sometimes, she blows. Like, when she is driving the vehicle, and she needs to be getting somewhere, but there are people who won’t get out of the way; then, she says, I can probably hear her cursing, even without the phone, just through the air. Well, maybe. Except it’s hard to hear even a nuclear explosion. Through the jackhammers.