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"Anita," Fergus said, turning to her. "This is a hell of a world we live in."
"Oh, I know," Anita said casually. She nodded. "Yuh, I know." She added, "Always has been, I suspect."
"Do you think so?" Fergus asked. He looked at her through his sunglasses. "Do you think it has always been this bad, really? It seems to me like things are getting crazier."
Anita shrugged. "I think they've always been crazy. That's my view." [...]
After another few moments he said, "Things all right with you, Anita?"
She gave a sigh that made her cheeks expand for a moment. "Nah." She looked both ways on the road and said, "Gary's been a mess since he got laid off, and that was a few years ago, and my kids are crazy." She looked at Fergus and made a circle around her ear with her forefinger. She said, "I mean, they are really crazy." She shook her head. "You know what my oldest son is into? He watches some Japonese reality shows on his computer where the contestants sniff each other's butts."
Fergus looked over at her. "God," he said. Then he said, "Come on, Anita, the world has certainly gotten crazier."
Elizabeth Strout – Olive, Again (2019)
Penguin Random House UK (2019)