“and to spread right living” by Sasha at Knowlton Lake

Sunday April 19, 2020
5 minutes
Quoting Cal DeWitt

Make no mistake about it, there is no going back to normal. No way, Jose. Midge called me the day before she got sick and she said that everything was going to “hell in a handbasket” at her place, Lancaster Court or whatever it’s called. I knew that I had to get out of here so I called Reggie to see if he could come get me out, but because Tabitha has that Crohn’s disease or whatever he said it was better that I don’t come and stay with them. I understand but I also reminded him that I labored with him for sixty-three hours. Sixty-three. Hours. “Aw, Ma…” He said. “You know I’d do something if I could…” I called Leah, but she’s got her hands full with all those kids and step kids and a foster dog and whatever else… “Ma! I can’t hear you! Can you speak up?!” Benji started electric guitar lessons so he and Maya could start a little band in the garage but they don’t have power out there yet so he’s practicing in the house. Ha! “CAN YOU PLEASE COME GET ME? I DON’T WANT TO GET THIS GODDAMN VIRUS!” I say, trying to cut to the chase. “Aw, Ma…” Leah sounds absolutely exhausted. “Let me talk to Cal when he gets home from the hospital, okay? I know he’s going to be worried about you being here given his exposure… I mean, he’s sleeping in the basement and staying away from the kids, but the last time we talked about it his take was that it’s best if you stay where you are!”