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you’re over reacting. Are we really looking at worst case scenario?”
    “Right now. If this thing crossed borders,” Bobby said. “We’re already there.”
     
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    Without details of what exactly the virus did, I was left to my own imagination and the visualization provided by Hollywood. I just figured it was a virus, so we were looking at flu like symptoms.
    I needed to research, to learn, but I needed more than to read facts on some CDC website. Since Bobby mentioned worst case scenario, I wanted to learn what worst case scenario meant.
    Paul was doing late night inventory and I planned a movie night with my girls. Notebook and pen in hand, freshly popped bowl of popcorn, I perched myself between my daughters on the couch and sought out the best pandemic outbreak movies I could stream.
    Katie fell asleep before even acknowledging the victims in the movie, The Stand . Addy, on the other hand questioned why I was subjecting her to watching the movie.
    “Think of it as educational,” I told her.
    “Are they dead?” she asked.
    “Yes.”
    “How did they die?’
    “A germ got loose.”
    “Is that why that man ran away?” She questioned further.
    “Yes.”
    “Is his baby gonna die?”
    “Probably.”
    She kind of shrieked when I answered her, more so in offense because I was making her watch it. Addy lasted nearly halfway through, then she also fell asleep.
    By the time Paul made it home after inventory and drinks with the gang, I was on the third episode.
    “Well, this is strange,” he said. “This is not your usual Friday movie with the girls.”
    “No it’s not.”
    Paul sat down in the chair. “What’s going on? You’ve been acting weird lately, Nilie. Quiet. You don’t even want to talk to me.”
    “It’s not that I don’t want to talk about it with you, I do. I didn’t realize I was being like that.”
    “Well you are, and if you weren’t continuously on the phone with your brother, who works at the CDC and now watching virus movies, I’d swear you were having an affair with Roy.”
    “Roy, the potato cake boy? That’s funny.”
    “Is something going on?”
    I stared down at my hands.
    “Nila. Come on. Talk to me. I know you want to.”
    “I do,” I answered. “I was going to tell you tomorrow. Bobby is concerned, he wants us to start preparing.”
    “Preparing?” Paul stood up. “Like for …”
    “Worst case scenario. He wants us to start buying supplies and stocking the cabin. That’s our destination. That’s our plan.”
    Paul whistled. “Head to the cabin? When will we go there?”
    “I don’t know. He said he’ll let us know. He doesn’t want us to go too soon, because one day early is one day of supplies we’ll need later.”
    Paul nodded, he was surprisingly calm and level headed. No disbelief. Not that I expected that from him. “Your brother always said you can’t run away from an outbreak. So obviously this is something that we can avoid. He wants us to wait it out?”
    “He says very little, except for us to get ready. But I’m thinking that’s what he wants. He’ll tell us more, but he hasn’t yet.”
    “Then … we have no choice.” Paul leaned down and kissed me. “We get ready. When it’s time to go, we go.”
    “Do you think it will come to that?” I asked.
    “I think if Bobby is telling us to be ready and concerned, then without a doubt,” he said, “We need to listen.”

SIX – ROUTINE
April 12
     
    Katie was invited to her first real birthday party and was really excited about it. I hated taking the time out of the day to do the party because my Saturdays had become the ‘preparation survival day’. During the week, I would do the shopping needed, and on Saturday, I fought the weekend traffic and headed to the cabin to drop off supplies.
    I was on my last day of what I called vital drop off, meaning, we had the means for all seven of us, including Bobby, to survive three months in the cabin, and that was without any