"Who was that?" says Carl, looking up from his phone.
"Erik."
"Is he here?"
"He's on his way to his quarantine."
"Were you texting him in the back seat all the way here?"
"No."
"He was looking at porn", says Francois smirking.
"Oh you wish!"
"How is your ex brother-in-law."
"Not feeling his best. He thinks he might have covid."
"The quarantine is just as well, then", says Carl. "So, what were you reading on your phone in the van?"
"Chelsea's blog, when her mother had Alzheimer's.
"I imagine she's passed on."
"And it turns out she's a sex writer."
"No way!
Here nom de plume is, get this, Geraldine Bang-Bang
"Oh my God", says François.
"And to think we're sharing her pussy with her", says Carl, and we all melt down in dumb male convulsive laughter.
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