Returning from his morning run, Sean found a pair of hand-sewn face masks hanging on the handle of the front door.
“Those are from Patty our neighbor,” Brawnie told his husband. “I think she appreciates my keeping tabs on her, even at a distance.”
The boys wore their new apparel at the grocery store, where Sean works as one of the managers. His colleagues greeted them with good-natured chuckles when they saw the matching plaid masks.
“That’s okay,” Sean quipped. “Nobody noticed my hair’s getting longer and kind of raggedy around the edges.” Sean thought a moment. “Your buzz cut will take months to grow out. So you win that one, I guess.”
Back home, Brawnie cleared out a corner of the basement and unpacked his old barbells and dumbbells and bench. “With the gym closed indefinitely,” he explained with a hint of irritation, “I have to make my own.”
“Whereas I can just go outside and run,” Sean said with a smirk. “I think I win that one.”
Sean and Brawnie were married a year ago. They could not have known back then they would have to celebrate their first anniversary at home, socially distanced from the world. Brawnie made Thai Green Curry for dinner from a recipe Patty had emailed them.
“I don’t know which wine goes with curry,” he said.
“No one does,” Sean replied. “That cabernet you’re pouring is just fine by me.”
Sean thought a moment, chewing a cube of overcooked tofu. “So many little things don’t much matter any more.”
Copyright 2020 by Brian Dean Powers
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