Quarantined….

So…it happened. I was the guys who was safe, wore a mask everywhere, washed my hands a million times a day. And I was diagnosed positive with the Covid.

Let me back up and tell you about myself. Firstly, my name is Kale, yes like the vegetable. My wife is Maria, and our son is Kevin. My parents had divorced when I was in my early teens and my Dad, Kane, had married my step-mom Karen. Anyways, we live in Tennessee and enjoy the hustle and bustle of Nashville life. Growing up my parents traveled a lot, but after the divorce my Dad, all of us kids and his new bride settled in Nashville. I have 3 other siblings who live in other states, but that is another story.

Back to the present, my step-mom Karen was diagnosed with the Covid two days after we had seen them at a local park.

At the park had been wearing masks, but due to the heat and not being able to hear each other, we had removed them. We all kept our six-foot distance at all times, except the time Karen was walking toward a bench and she tripped, I caught her mid-fall. I have always thought Karen was extremely good looking with her Auburn hair, swimmers’ figure and her nice perky tits. It was by complete accident that I had grabbed her breasts as she fell, confirming they were “more than a handful”. She glanced up at my in that moment, a slight grin came across her face. My wife, son and Dad did not see this as they were walking toward the Parthenon at this Centennial Park. As we stared into each other’s eyes, I could feel the heat rising in my body. I was slightly embarrassed, but Karen simply said “Thank you Kale, I appreciate your hands”. We got up, dusted ourselves off, laughed about the situation and walked toward the others.

Later that day, Karen called and said her boss had been diagnosed with Covid. Karen had been working from home, but had attend a meeting with her boss and twenty others on Wednesday. We had seen them at the park on Thursday, so we had to be tested. All 3 of us in our immediate family were tested, and I was the only one positive.

So, I was going to be quarantined in our bedroom for 2 weeks…ugh. After my diagnosis I called my parents and let them know. Karen was already quarantined in one of my sisters old rooms set up with her computer so she could work from home. My Dad was staying in the rest of the house, delivering things to Karen as she needed them.

Karen called me within an hour of me telling them of my diagnosis and asked if we could talk. She explained that she and my Dad were going through a rough patch and this isolation from him was helping since they could not fight. During our conversation, she asked me something that would change my life forever.

“Kale, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, anything”

“Do you think that Maria would be OK with all of you quarantining with us? I mean, our house is too big for just the two of us and Kevin has always enjoyed the media room to watch movies or play his PlayStation”.

“Ya know, I really don’t know if they would go with that. Maria still has to work, BUT Kevin would love the media room. Plus, it is on the opposite side of the house from where we would be, so no contamination.”

“My thoughts exactly” she said.

Just for reference, my parents have around a 5000 square foot house, with 6 bedrooms, a media room, pool and even a little sauna. My interest was really peaked about this, because my house is over twice as small as theirs, and Kevin would love the media room and pool.