An Ordinary Epidemic (11 page)

‘They taste exactly the same as the rest of the bread.'

Oscar pushed the thin right angles of crust across his plate and stuck out his bottom lip.

‘I mean it, that's lunch. You're not getting anything else.'

‘I'm not hungry.'

Sean butted in, ‘A couple of crusts don't matter, we're not going to starve for a couple of crusts.'

‘We'll regret those crusts before this is over.' She waggled a finger at him, only partly in jest. ‘Who knows how long this is going to go on for. Eat your crusts, Oscar.' Hannah gave her best mother face and Oscar jammed them into his mouth with a look of distaste.

‘You said you planned but you didn't think about coffee?'

‘There's plenty of coffee but milk doesn't last. Things we need fresh we can get delivered from an online supermarket.'

‘I know I'm arguing against my own interests here, 'cause if I have to go without coffee there'll be trouble, but they have germs online too. They'll be packed by people who will touch them. And you'll have to answer the door to some delivery guy with germy hands. How's that different from picking up a carton of milk from Lily's?'

‘You can pay online, they drop them on the porch. We
leave it as long as necessary before we bring them in. I'll ring Natalie, she can tell us how long.'

‘Fine, you do that but right now I need milk for coffee.'

‘Because I planned, there's long-life in the pantry. Make sure you write it on the list so I can order some more.'

Oscar begged to be allowed to watch TV. It was early afternoon, he'd already done his schoolwork with Sean and the only thing on was programs for toddlers. She told him he could have one hour and if he used it up on little kids' shows now he couldn't watch something else later. He spent several minutes with the schedule, hand on chin with a furrow of concentration on his brow before firmly announcing that he wanted to watch now. All the big boy trappings were falling off and for a few days, in the privacy of his own home, he didn't have to live up to anything. He didn't even have a big brother to want to be like.

She watched a few minutes of the brightly bobbing puppets. It wouldn't be the worst thing in the world if she checked the news, quickly. Sean wouldn't come in, Oscar didn't need her.

She left Oscar mesmerised on the sofa as she went to get her laptop. It could tell her the weather in Canberra, even though Zac would be on the bus home by now. And there would still be time to be a good parent and watch the rest of the program with Oscar so they could talk about it.

As she snuck back through the living room door with her laptop under one arm, the TV didn't sound right. The reflected light on Oscar's face didn't look right. She turned to the screen, the image wasn't right. Instead of primary colours, it was filled with a photograph. The two boys she had seen in the newspaper on Tuesday, with the word ORPHANS blazed
across the top and underneath, BREAKING NEWS.

‘... parents died this morning within hours of each other...'

Hannah couldn't stop staring at the picture. Two boys.

A feeling welled inside her, old and familiar. When her doctor had sat her down and clearly, patiently said the unambiguous words that had been implied by mammograms and biopsies, she waited to cry. That was the expected response. What had blindsided her instead was overwhelming anger, a convulsion of rage. She had looked for her fear of dying but found in its place anger on Zac's behalf. That a stupid, random mutation might stop her from finishing what she had started when he was born. That she might be forced to let Zac down.

On the screen, an older woman looked pale and lost. ‘I just want to take them home. I promised my daughter but they won't let me take them home.'

Hannah rubbed away a tear. These two boys had lost the people who were supposed to be there for them. She blamed the universe for doing sucky stuff like this. She blamed the television for bringing it to her. She flicked the remote and shut it out.

Oscar looked up at her, grave, the TV spell broken. ‘That's not good.'

‘No, it isn't.'

‘That's sad for those boys.'

She tried to look behind the serious face, to gauge if turmoil lay underneath, whether he saw himself and Zac in these brothers. ‘I think they're very sad now. But their grandma will look after them.'

He was too young to know so much about death. And whether he knew or not, events would continue in the outside world. The best thing she could do for him was to keep it from invading their space.

‘Oscar?'

‘Yeah, Mum.'

‘I think I'd like you only to watch the kids' channels from now on.' No newsbreaks. ‘Okay? I think that would be best.' She changed the channel, thank goodness for digital.

She wasn't sure if he understood why but she hoped he didn't. She was saved from any need to explain by the phone ringing. ‘I'll only be a minute.' He went back to watching cartoons, savouring what was left of his hour. He seemed no different.

She scrabbled around the kitchen looking for the handset. ‘Hello?' She sounded more flustered than she would like.

‘Hi, is that Hannah? It's Allison. I'm Mitchell's mum? Mitchell is in the same class as Oscar? They play together a lot.'

Hannah couldn't bring to mind Mitchell and only had a vague idea who Allison was. ‘Oh, hi.'

‘Mitchell tells me that Oscar's been away from school. I hope everything is all right.'

‘Yes, fine. He's fine. I just decided to take him out for a few days, that's all. You know,' she really needed to work out her story, ‘a few days to recharge his batteries.'

‘Aren't you a good mother.'

Hannah said nothing, waiting to see what Allison was leading to.

‘So, I was thinking, you know, how smart you were to see what was coming and since you're already at home, I thought Mitchell could come over to play.'

‘We're very busy this weekend.'

‘But you're home Monday.'

‘Monday?'

‘You must have heard, they're closing the school today. And I have to go to work, but two are easier than one anyway. I'm sure Mitchell would keep Oscar out of your hair.'

‘So you could go to work?'

‘Exactly. I mean, I don't know what the government is thinking. Who's going to watch the kids? What do they think,
we're all going to stay home?'

‘Oscar's not seeing anyone at the moment. That's why he's at home.'

‘Right, that's the point. But he still needs to play doesn't he? Mitchell would be no trouble.'

‘No, the point is, we're not having contact with anyone.'

‘Mitchell's healthy.'

‘I'm sure he is, but you're still going to work.'

‘If I wasn't I'd look after him myself. I'm very careful. I use a tissue when I open the bathroom door.'

‘No, I'm sorry. We're not having any visitors at all. I'm sorry I can't help.'

‘I can't just take time off, I have a job to go to. And you're already at home, so he's not going to put you out. I think we all need to help each other at a time like this.'

‘I have a job to do too. Why don't you take holidays or work from home. That's what I'm doing.'

‘Well it's nice for you that you have the option of not turning up to work if you want...' Hannah hung up. Her hand was shaking.

The living room was empty, the TV off. Oscar wasn't in his bedroom. She found him in the small square of garden, standing expectantly, one foot on his soccer ball. ‘Can we play now?'

‘Sure, but you're going to win.'

The sun and the running quickly heated her up and she was puffing within minutes—she wasn't used to running around and it was hard to catch her breath when she was laughing at the same time. Oscar's moves tickled her. He had learnt to use his small size and greater manoeuvrability against Zac, who far outclassed him in strength and speed, and he ran under her legs, doubling back around her full tilt. Zac would be back tonight, a much better soccer partner.

Angry school parents, work deadlines, pantry lists. That was the outside world. This was real life—chasing a ball according
to some random rules Oscar made up as he went along. Lying on the grass trying to catch her breath. As she lay, she heard the familiar sounds of Stuart's car arriving home. She sat up to see Ella, seemingly floating in mid-air, emerge from the garage. Underneath her, Stuart's head and shoulders rose as he straightened on the way out.

‘Hi, Stuart, you're home early.'

Stuart had a thin, angular face that looked a little like something unpleasant had just happened but he was too polite to mention it. He was a hard man to get to know, especially as Hannah couldn't shake the feeling he found her in some way disappointing. Today he looked particularly put out. ‘Nat can't get away. Too many patients to see and no one else to do it, and I couldn't get the sitter to come, she says she's busy, has to pick up her own kids. And apparently, they're closing the day care and need to clean everything, so they wouldn't even keep Ella an extra hour. You'd think they'd only just heard of Manba the way they're going on. If it was safe enough to be there this morning, I can't see why it's not safe now.'

‘The day care too?'

‘They could have kept her until five. Now I'm going to have to go back to work when Nat finally comes in. This whole thing is a complete screw-up.'

‘It must be a worry, Natalie seeing so many sick people.'

‘They're doing house calls for God's sake. You're not allowed into the clinic with a cough because you might be infectious. Or you might only have a cold, in autumn. So she's driving from house to house and has to suit up for each consultation. It takes her an extra half an hour, a ridiculous waste of time. I told her to send a locum but she says they're her patients.'

‘If she's got a moment tonight I wanted to ask her a question about how long the virus would last on, you know, plastic. Like a shopping bag or something.'

‘There'll be a website. The government is very good at
websites and public awareness campaigns.'

‘It's very vague.'

‘That would be because they don't want to look like they've got nothing to say. The only thing they're good at is platitudes and press releases. Nat says assume nothing is safe.'

‘Daaad.' Ella pulled at Stuart's hair.

‘I'm told it's snack time. Usually she has it at day care but they were worried about contamination. They could have at least thrown a biscuit at her. Okay, Pumpkin, snack time.'

Hannah watched them disappear into the house.

‘Mummy,' Oscar tugged at her jeans, ‘Can Natalie be my mum when you die?'

‘I'm not going to die any time soon, Mouse.'

‘I like Natalie. I like going to Ella's house. They have ice cream after dinner. When you and Daddy die, I want to live with them. When Zac comes home he can live with them too.'

‘We're not going to die. Of course we're not going to die.' She was making promises she couldn't necessarily keep. ‘We'll be careful. And you could live with Aunty Cindy.' It wasn't the first time she'd had to consider the possibility but she'd never got further than the certainty that she didn't want to think about it. ‘It's very, very unlikely.'

Oscar was gone before she finished talking, kicking the ball around the grass. He was a difficult kid to read sometimes. She watched him, intent on his game. He would kick the ball across the grass, then turn suddenly and steer it in the direction of the garage. All while keeping up a commentary to himself, just under his breath. She tried to make out order in his chaotic motion. When she concentrated, she could almost sense patterns emerging, as if he were following an internal set of convoluted rules. Without breaking step, he punctuated his run with ‘I done it!'—although she couldn't tell what the ‘it' was that he'd done—followed quickly, and just as unaccountably, by ‘Ohhh nooo.'
He came running over to her. ‘Did you see that? Did you see that?'

And technically she did see ‘that', since she was looking in his direction, though she wasn't sure what ‘that' was. But he looked so pleased with himself. ‘That's great.'

The phone, the home phone that no one called, started to ring for the second time today. She pelted back to the kitchen.

The machine clicked on, and she listened to her own voice give the message as she fumbled for the handset. For an instant she thought they'd hung up, then a distorted voice came from the answering machine. ‘Oh, hello Mr and Mrs Halloran. It's David Abrahamson, Zac's teacher. There's nothing wrong, Zac's fine. I just rang to let you know...'

Hannah got the phone to her ear. ‘Hello, hi, yes. I'm here.'

‘This is Zac's teacher, he's fine. I'm ringing around all the parents to let you know that we won't be back at five.'