“Well, I don’t have a clue.” Catherine breathed out.
“Be thankful for that,” O.J. quietly replied.
CHAPTER 31
March 11, 2020 Wednesday
“I like getting up with the sun.” Sister buttered an English muffin with real butter. “But after we shifted to Daylight Savings Time, it’s getting up in the dark again.”
“The time shifts aren’t made with farmers in mind.” Gray held a cup of eye-opener coffee. “The real point of it is so people will shop after work is over. If it’s dark, people usually go home. That’s why in the fall there is now a delay switching back to Eastern Standard.” He patted Rooster, head right by his thigh. “Everything that’s done regarding time is now commercially driven. Everything.”
“That’s a depressing thought.” Sister pinched off a bit of muffin for Raleigh nudging her thigh.
“Not if you’re a businessman. It’s all money. Mammon. Nothing new.”
“You’re smarter than I am, honey. I remember when I was teaching before I married and right up until RayRay was born. I made little…I mean, before I married Big Ray…but I managed. Sometimes I think I was happier with my little salary than later. Money gives you choices. I really didn’t have many choices, so I was happy. I did okay.”
“Your parents wouldn’t have let you fall between the cracks.”
“No. But I never asked them for a penny. I was too proud.” She had to give Raleigh another bite then looked at her diminishing muffin. “Better make another one.”
Gray laughed. “You can’t help yourself.”
“I remember that passage in Arrian, Second Century AD, where he writes that there was one hound he loved so much he let her sleep with him even though he shouldn’t have spoiled her. I’d rather spoil those I love than not.”
“You do.” He nodded. “You spoil me.”
“Works both ways.” She thought a moment. “Can’t say that I look back on my own life much. I’m too busy living today, but I think my parents were proud of me going out on my own. Granted, I took up a female job, teaching, but it was at the college level.”
He leaned back, stroked his chin while Rooster tried to work him over, so he dropped his hand on the smooth head. “Beggar.”
“I love you.” Rooster gave him a soulful look, which elicited a reward.
“You’re as bad as I am.”
Gray shrugged. “Oh well. But thinking on Mom. Dad died when I was young. I remember him but not all that well. You probably knew him better than I did in ways, but I think Mother was proud of me. Sam broke her heart.”
“He did. I regret that Graziella did not live to see him sober up thanks to you.”
“Thanks to him. He had to do it himself. I paid for it. Drinking runs in the family. I’m careful but I want that scotch every night. I think we’re born not only with talents but predilections. I know Sam carries a lot of sorrow about the pain he caused Mom.”
“He’s a good man. I’ll never forget the day Sam received his acceptance into Harvard. Aunt Daniella had to tie ankle weights on Graziella. It was a great day. I mean, how many black kids got into Harvard?”
“Few. My brother is brilliant. He’s a lot smarter than I am.”
“He is not. You can do anything. Apart from your profession, you can fix things, you’re welcoming to people. You put yourself together.”
“Mercer showed me that.” He got up and fixed her another muffin. “Let’s split it. I’ve been a little too generous myself.”
“No. You’ve been perfect,” Rooster mumbled.
“How can you two eat muffins? Boring.” Golly, prancing on the kitchen counter, criticized them.
The two dogs ignored her but Gray scratched her ears. She was a beautiful cat and persistent.
The phone rang. Sister rose to answer it as Gray buttered another muffin then reached for the orange marmalade jar. She nodded that she would love some orange marmalade.
“Hello.”
“Sister. I don’t know if you saw the news, but the governor is reinforcing six feet apart, and closing nonessential business. The state liquor stores are considered essential, by the way,” Carter’s voice informed her.
“What?”
“The virus really exploded in New York…New Jersey, too. So this is a preemptive strike. I know we are to hunt Heron’s Plume tomorrow, but it might be unwise.”
“I’d call the Ingrams to see how they feel about it. Apart from wearing a mask, a new fashion accessory,” she paused, “this might be the right thing to do but it will cause panic.
“I’ll give the Ingrams another hour. Late risers. And I’ll have Betty send out an email once Walter and I figure out what to do.”
“I’m thinking about going to the boat and living there until this passes. Have to think it through.”
“You should be far enough away from everyone.”
He agreed. “Unless the Covid-19 knows how to swim. I’ve got two bedrooms, a big kitchen, a living room. It’s quite nice, really.”
“Sounds sumptuous.”
“You only go round once. My goal is not to leave anything behind.” He laughed. “You might want to consider how this looks to people who don’t hunt. If you’re out there, you look arrogant and disobedient. I know and you know we’re in the open and far apart. And we could stay apart at the trailers. Non-hunting people don’t know that.”
“Carter, you have thought about this.”
“I have. I’m not in an endangered group, people with preexisting conditions or over sixty, but I like my life right now and have no desire to upend it.”
“Yes.”
“Bet the art thefts stop.” He added, “One less thing to worry about, I suppose. Not that I was worried, just curious. Has been a bit of time since the last one. No, I’m wrong. A sidesaddle painting was stolen from the Headley-Whitney Museum in Lexington. Not a Munnings, though, so that’s a new wrinkle. By the way, their governor has put out restrictions, too.” He heard a beep on his other line. “Have to take this call. I’ll look for the email. Take care.”
“You, too.” She hung up the phone then repeated the news to Gray.
“Better call Walter.”
She ate her muffin then did just that.
“It is that serious. We should end the season. We’ll lose two weeks, but we really must.”
“How long will this rage?”
“No one knows. We can’t trust the numbers we get from China. Italy is getting hit hard. Then again, it has an aging population, but the virus is also in Germany. We are woefully unprepared. My suspicion is, unless real leadership appears, it will run rampant.”
“The president did halt flights from China, as I recall.”
“Too late, plus he was roundly criticized for it. His denial of the seriousness looks suspicious,” Walter replied. “I’m a doctor. I look at something like this as a doctor. A politician will look at it otherwise. When Congress wakes up, the administration wakes up, we’ll be far behind. All they think about is their job security.”
“Well, Walter, how long does the bug last?”
“If you show symptoms, and many people don’t, so whether you show or not you should be quarantined for two weeks. A month is better until we know how long this bug actually lives, plus what it can live on, say shoes.”
“All right. I’ll have Betty send out an email canceling the rest of the season. Signed by both of us.”
“Difficult as that is, we must do it. The other thing is, we’ll have to cancel our fundraisers until this is over, or at least until people are safer.”
Sister sat down, worried. “I guess everyone will be canceling their season. Even out west.”
Gray placed his fork across his plate. “If this lockdown eventually gets worse, small businesses will go under. Very few businesses have enough cash to shut down for even a month.”