"Hey, Marge." "Hey, Gladys. Ready for work?" "Yep! Bloodsuckers Unite!" "What's that mean," Virginia said joining them. "Gladys thinks we need a union," Marge said. "We are a union," Virginia said. "We unite every morning." "That's true," Marge said. "I'm done having children," Virginia said. "No you're not. You've got at least one more time … Continue reading The Sourge