In late March came the time for Stace, Violet and me to get the illness that's disrupted the world for two years. Stace got it first, and then me, and finally Violet. Since Cora just had it in January, she was fine. It wasn't a big deal for any of us - we've all had worse colds and flus before. But we had a week or so of lying low. Stace fared the best - just a sore throat and some aches we had attributed initially to him playing two games of footie in one night. He worked from home for a week.
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