This should be done in time.
I forget why the television was on. I think George was looking for sports, because he missed watching them. But he didn’t find sports. He found the news, and the news was bad.
Oh, on the surface everything was fine. Everybody was still talking about the Plague, and how important it was to keep apart and follow the rules. But you could tell they didn’t mean it. The way they talked about the Unmasked was reckless! Those selfish bastards were one cough away from killing us, and they couldn’t even put on a mask? People used to understand how important this was.
…Well, maybe people were getting tired. The Plague had been going on longer than anybody had expected. And maybe it was because of the mouthies. They had spread further and further through the ranks of celebrities — but that night we saw a few of them among the politicians. And not from just one party! You’d think, but apparently mouthy infection was a bipartisan affair.
George and I must have watched the news channel for hours, the repetition only driving the horror home to us. They were talking about relaxing Plague restrictions. In churches, in bars, in public spaces… there were even plans to reopen the schools. Oh, thank God that I don’t have children!