Harvey was appalled. The street below pullulated with people, jostling and pushing noisily through each other.
“Mum,” he said, “Those folk are idiots. No social distancing. Don’t they know they’re going to die?”
Taking him by the shoulders, she gave him that look, the one that said she had something important to teach him.
“Those folk don’t have the option of staying home. If they don’t go out and earn money, they’ll certainly die.”
Harvey asked why.
Because they’re poor, she explained. But this only led the lad to ask why they were poor. Her answers ran out then. And that set the course of his life.