A long time ago, I lived in a far away place, called Kansas City. It was an old house, near 42nd and Wornall, that had been broken up into two apartments. There was an upstairs apartment and a downstairs apartment. I lived downstairs with Andrea. Two men lived in the upstairs apartment. Maybe their names […]
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A quarantine compromise
There are four of us in our apartment. When the pandemic hit, one of us went to live with his girlfriend. That left three. One, a hypochondriac (and I mean that in the best way possible). Two, a public health professionial. And three, a classic American turd (that’s me). One and two were pretty into […]
Anne Foster 