Kate said without even looking up, handing a piece of paper up to him as he walked by the back of the couch. He took the sheet and started to read it standing up.“What the ffff…a neighborhood meeting? Today at two. To discuss neighborhood plans to address the impact of the flu pandemic. Come with ideas. Bring your own snacks and drinks. Some topics of discussion will include organizing neighborhood daycare, resource sharing, neighborhood security, phone tree, information sharing. Let me guess who put this out…location, #4 Durham Road. Signed, Sarah Quinn. You can attend this one, hon.”“You knew this was inevitable, honey. If it wasn’t Sarah, then Nicki Bartlett or Laura would have called the Durham Clan together eventually. You’re the pandemic expert, and the closest thing we have to a statesman around here, so the honor is yours.”“Yeah. Thanks. Don’t you think we could just skip out on this one? We are in quarantine, you know,” he reminded her.“Nice try, but everyone in the neighborhood has seen you out running, or me out for a walk.
