In April 2020, we invited writers in Quebec to submit a story of a single day during the strange, uneasy time of coronavirus and pandemic, of social distancing and self isolation, of lockdown and quarantine.
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This piece is by Rachel Berger, writing on April 6 2020.
When Night Falls.
Tonight, I read a book. At 8pm my kids were tired and happy at the end of another day spent entirely in the company of their moms. Their moms, who never have time, suddenly have nothing but, and our 6 year old twins are relishing it. But they are also leery of this set-up, nostalgic for what they are starting to understand they might have lost: progress in the game they were playing at school, the unlikeliness of seeing their quirky friend (“he can’t remember my name so he calls me bro but I am not his brother!”), chess club on Thursdays. They want to know what the eff is going on. When will they go back to school? When will the moms stop being so available? We don’t know. We cadge their trust that everything is fine, we fail to offer anything satisfying. We put them to bed at 8 without fail.
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