Quarantine

Quarantine

Lillith Morrissey’s lodging house, Red Bluff CA
“You can’t do anything for a while, my boy…” Dr. Pomeroy said. “You’re fortunate Lilith will care for you. She’s a good nurse, tended her husband as he died of cancer. Cheer up! One attack usually confers immunity. Rest, do as you’re told, you’ll get well. Defy me and you will probably die. See you tomorrow, good night.”
“G’nigh’,” Handles croaked.