Satellite Brock Chapter 14. Satellite Brock Influenza prevents the estate discussion from taking place. I've been bed-ridden for the past day, quarantined, actually. Max and Jordan are off-limits from me because of youth and guest status. But separation doesn't do any good because eventually, both mother and son come down with the same symptoms as me: high fever, headache, nausea—the works—influenza. Max shuffles in first. The little boy sniffles as he crawls into bed with me. My mother rushes in, clucking in her familiar, motherly tone, yet, once, she ascertains he's running a fever; she lets him stay. Then, an hour later, Jordan arrives. She sounds weak and just as sick as me, cajoling Max to leave and come back to her bed. "It's late. You can see Brock in the morning." "No. I want to stay with Brock. And you, mommy." "Max, please. Mommy doesn't feel well, either." "Let's stay here with Brock. I never get to see him." I think she puts on a brave front, but she finally succumbs with an exasperated sigh.
