Escaping the Coronavirus World

I'm sitting at my computer in Long Island where we’ve been sheltering in place for about five weeks. It’s Wednesday. It’s raining. There is a blue and yellow lawn chair outside the sliding glass door. A bird is chirping. A shushing sound comes from the heating system.

I’m sheltering with my ex-wife Michelle and her girlfriend Maryanne. Michelle has driven back into Brooklyn because there is important mail she needs to pick up. Maryanne, a journalist, is in bed asleep after staying up all night reporting a story.

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