Easter Covid 14

For her advent began when she started shortlisting dress patterns. At least 40 days before Christmas.
So that the whole process of selecting the pattern, estimating the material quantity, buttons and trials was not hurried.
After all the journey is the destination.

Even regular Sunday morning mass dictated that fashion choices be made. Colours that suited her had to be balanced  with 
the banishment of red for lent. With  shoes that hadn’t been ruined trying to catch the 8.10 Churchgate fast. 

Luckily she’d bought the material for her Easter dress before the lockdown. The darn tailors shop was still shut.
No way  he could cut, stitch and deliver in the time left. At the rate things were going she’d be all dressed up and nowhere to
go even if she had the dress. 

Protective face masks were the order of the day. The front line health care workers needed them the most.
But they were in short supply.The tulle she had  gave the masks that designer edge. The lady doctors loved them. 

She was on time for  the Easter vigil. Had never paid more attention. She didn’t have to worry about what Sandra or Mary or
Perpetua were wearing. She didn’t have to worry about the mud from the dusty ground spoiling her shoes.
Or whether the  roast chicken for the Easter lunch would be as perfect as it always was. Wheter the Easter eggs she had
ordered were full almonds and no peanut dilution. She did worry about wheter they would reach her.

She renounced Satan and all his evil ways. Lit the Easter candle off the kitchen stove. 

Easter spirit as dead as the saviour on the cross. Especially  with the fourth floor having two positive cases.
There was a tomb like silence in the building. 

When they recovered and came home it was a little better. She experienced the joy of the resurection. First time ever.
Her report and everyone else's in the building was negative ten days later.