Listen to the high school band. Look, there’s Father from Our Lady of the…There’s the McConnells over next to Frank and Sue. Let’s sit on our folding chairs on the big lawn in front of the courthouse and wait for the mayor to begin saying the names of the pandemic dead. Just the Americans because, you know, just the Americans. Let’s say, what?, two seconds each to read seven hundred thirty thousand names. So we better sit down. We will get up again in seventeen days and nights. Out of these chairs and off this lawn. Because then they will be done reading them. The sun is bright. All the shady spots are gone.