Chapter 15: Does Anybody Really Know What Day It Is?
“Stop, listen, what’s that sound?” asked Em, suddenly.
Ed blurted, “Buffalo Springfield, 1966, for a hundred dollars, Bob!”
She smacked him. “No, I hear a buzzing and a…”
Then the lights came on. The radio came on. The oven came on. The air conditioning came on. Something in the fuse box blew, and some of the lights and the oven went back off. “Circuit breaker worked,” Ed said. “I’ll go check next door. Oh, kid, Evan, go check on your friend and turn s**t off so nothing blows over there…well, nothing electrical anyway. Bring him back with you. We’ll celebrate!”
Well, thought Leo, this wasn’t what I had in mind for social distancing, but God willing, we’re a bubble now, like it or not, and you know what? I do like it. And, he thought
