“Where have you been? How many people were there?”
“Six,” I said as I washed my hands.
“I keep telling you: only go out for essentials.”
The pandemic was 20 years gone. The fear had gone chronic.
The ghost of a threat haunted her still.
“Where have you been? How many people were there?”
“Six,” I said as I washed my hands.
“I keep telling you: only go out for essentials.”
The pandemic was 20 years gone. The fear had gone chronic.
The ghost of a threat haunted her still.