“No, but I want to be prepared for a long quartine if it comes to that. Carol and I enjoy a few drinks on the weekends,” Bill said.
“It’s too bad, the restaurants closed. I was looking forward to having a barbecue dinner,” I said.
“I heard on the radio restaurants could still provide carry-out and delivery. We’ll get you a good barbecue meal, Matt,” Bill said.
Later, Bill called a restaurant and ordered food. We went to pick it up, returning home to eat. While enjoying the tasty pork, I said, “You can’t find a good barbecue restaurant in Boston. There are a few places, but they can’t compare to this.”
“Maybe, but you get great seafood,” Bill said.
We talked about the different foods we liked. I told my brother-in-law and sister I liked almost everything. Bill told me they had a freezer full of steaks, pork, chicken, and fish.
After taking care of the trash, we all went to the bonus room to watch television. After watching the news for an hour, Carol said she was tired of hearing all of the doom and gloom. She switched to a different program.
Our lives were affected by the virus, but the three of us quickly fell into a routine. On Monday, I began my virtual classes. My sister took care of the housework and sat by the pool reading. Bill worked all day, and then we ate together. After dinner, we’d have a drink while watching television until it was bedtime.
During the day, we would take a break to go swimming and relax. I couldn’t keep my eyes off my sister in her bikini. When she caught me looking, Carol would smile.
It seemed the three of us all staked our claims to our favorite seats in the bonus room. Bill sat in one of the two recliners. Carol and I sat on opposite ends of a couch. She liked to sit with her legs curled under her and lean against the armrest. I sat with my feet up on a footstool.
We would watch the evening news, making comments about the deteriorating conditions. The reports talked about social distancing and avoiding crowds. They told people to stay home unless it was necessary to go out. Bill made comments about the pressure on the data networks he monitored.
While living with Bill and Carol, I noticed the affection they openly shared. At first, seeing them kiss, hug, and whisper to each other was a little uncomfortable, but it soon became normal. One morning I walked into the kitchen and saw my brother-in-law hugging Carol. His hands gripped her bottom as they shared a tender kiss. When my sister saw me, she smiled but didn’t pull away from her husband.
There were several times that Carol and I talked while Bill worked. We’d sit outside, enjoying the warm air while getting to know one another better. Carol asked me if I had a girlfriend. I said I dated a couple of girls, but nothing serious.
It was Friday afternoon, almost two weeks since I arrived at my sister’s house. I finished my virtual classes and homework. Bill came down from his office, and we talked about dinner.
“I took out three porterhouse steaks for dinner. We can cook them on the grill. I’ll make a salad and baked potatoes,” Carol said.
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