My friend's husband has covid.

He developed classic symptoms. He went to the immediate care nearby and tested positive. He is quarantining in the upstairs of their house. She and her daughter are downstairs.

I have known her since she was in high school. She used the library all the years I worked there. She is past forty-five these days, and a lifelong resident of our small town.

She is a hairdresser. I always thought it would be awkward to go to her. I used the only other beautician in town, who became a friend. That lady has since lost her business. My husband and I were supposed to get haircuts tomorrow. We have not had haircuts since March. That is no big deal. We can wear ponytails. I just hope my friend's husband will be okay.

If he gets worse, I don't know where he will go. Our rural hospitals are very full.