It Still Ain’t Right

“We gotta do it this way,” says Jess.

“With no marker or nothing?”

“We’ll know where she is.”

“It ain’t right.”

“I know it ain’t, but it’s got to be this way. You want CDC coming to put us into a quarantine camp for a year?”

“Why would they do that? We didn’t get it then. Odds are we never will.”

“They’ll say we’re carriers.”

“Carry to who, Jess? There ain’t hardly anyone left!”

“There’s still some who haven’t been exposed, maybe.”

“You’re just guessing now. You don’t know nothing for sure.”

“We can’t take chances.”

“It still ain’t right.”


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