Shira Moolten

Gina didn’t believe Sam when he said he’d discovered mold inside the air duct.  “What do you mean, mold?” she said from the couch, not looking up from her phone. “It’s probably dust.” Sam got down from his perch on the bar stool.  “I’m going out,” he said, then went to Walmart and bought painting masks and rubber gloves and vinegar. Within 20 minutes he was back, reexamining the duct in their condo with a flashlight.  “It’s everywhere,” Sam said. “Come look.” “That’s okay,” Gina said. She was reading a really interesting New York Times article. Besides, Sam was always…