my brother-in-law called yesterday morning from my driveway. just dropping by to say good morning in this time of plague. i saw them through the windows, suave and urbane. glad I was dressed with hair combed. beside their car, they began dancing, laughing music turned up they were a party in my driveway. music down, we stood talking, me next to my car, they next to theirs. far enough apart to be safe from any stray virus we might be carrying. it was the first time i'd seen them since the quarantine - a month? two months? it's hard to remember any more. their dog in the back seat. wondering why and where. they'd just been by and waved at the grandkids through the windows. i wished for the porch chairs and the little tables in idlewild. i could serve tea and we'd sit, each at our table, and talk in the yard. ten feet apart. just in case.