Email To My Brother: Shelter In Place

I told our father that our city has declared a Shelter In Place.
     “What’s that?” he wanted to know.
     “Everyone has to stay at home,” I told him. “Nobody can come, nobody can go.”
     “Oh, thank God! Thank God!” he said.
     “Thank God because we’re containing the Coronavirus?”
     “No, thank God because your brother won’t be visiting.”
  
  
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