Iceland Falls

Collette was sad to learn that her favorite little country, Iceland, had seen the “collapse” of its government only the previous day. Read the news article:

“Though largely peaceful, the protests have seen Reykjavik’s tiny parliament building doused in paint and eggs hurled at Haarde’s [prime minister’s] limousine. Last Thursday, police used tear gas to quell a protest for the first time since 1949.”

It was a sad day for Icelanders.
Meanwhile, the snow had come down in several inches over the city, and many schools had been canceled for the day.
Over at the house, Puck was served like a king, as usual. Linnea had him propped up on the kitchen counter next to a bag, each, of almonds and wheat crackers.
“How about a shoulder massage?” she asked him.
Then it was time for a swim in the sink in his tropical green and white flower swimming shorts.
The roads were slick. Collette and Puck passed Joe spinning donuts in the empty elementary school parking lot on the way back home.
During the ride, they heard a blip on the news about a woman who had given birth to octuplets the previous day in California. Very healthy octuplets at that, one being a complete surprise appearance. Seven kids already. Why not add just one more.