Jane Crocker doesn’t have a lot of time to waste on social media. Big society-altering business decisions don’t get made on a lax schedule. After a few dozen honk alerts, though, she allows herself a break to see what the hullabaloo is.

She sees it, and she can’t breathe. Her lover, her confidante, her clown of many years, being desecrated by a bunch of treasonous monsters.

Jane barely has time to register one gutting blow before another follows it. A sob chokes itself out of her.