Dr. Janet Slowo is sitting on her sofa in her cold and uninviting house overlooking a lake in some nondescript suburb. She has 5 more exams to grade before she’s completely finished with the semester. She is downing a mug of beer at room temperature–whaterever brand was on sale at the local liquor store. She is dreading the evening. Don Bleu’s The Duchamp Code is laying unfinished on the coffee table. The snow begins to fall as she lights a candle. She thinks about St. Lucia. She thinks about the first day of the year as she grabs for the gun next to her on the sofa. Ssshhhh.