Nick and Amy have been married for seventeen years and if you asked them, they would most certainly consider themselves old hats and qualified professionals at navigating the waters of mostly happy and healthy cohabitating and co-parenting.  But nothing, not even their mostly blissful, well-seasoned seventeen years of good, solid marriage could have prepared them for four months in quarantine together with their three children when the world came to a crashing, home-bound halt with the appearance of Covid-19. 

“Mom!”

“Mom?”

“Mom!  Where are you? I need you!”

Amy dashes up the stairs from the basement where she’s been sorting mountains of dirty laundry, which mostly consists of an absurd number of pajamas since the family has given up on real pant...

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