Another shift working here. The crew gets smaller every day. People are afraid to come in.
I talked with two ladies by putting our broken Spanish and English together. Maria's got a boy at home with a toothache and nowhere to take him. Everything is closed because of this virus. She's hoping penicillin will do the trick.
She said she slept only three hours last night because he was up and in pain. He's seven.
She'll be cleaning for another twelve hours today; disinfecting surfaces over and over again.
I ask her about her husband.
"No have esposo. He go home," she says, smiling a little flirtatiously behind her surgical mask.
The two of them giggle as they leave the office and continue wiping down the hallway walls.
They'll make it.
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