I remember a teenaged Family Holiday Dinner – 40/45 people Clan Style gathered at my family unit’s dwelling.
The Feast over and the Guests Gone – my sister fell ill. Before bed, my parents were talking to Ralph on the Big White Phone and other family units contact confirmed at least half were ill with Something.
Food samples were actually sent to the local poison control, because the next day, there was only 2 of us – me and my older male cousin – who weren’t sick.
It turned out not to be the food – but rather, the 2 youngest clan members – brother toddlers in daycare who had caught a bug.
My Older Cousin and I congratulated each other on our superior resistance, which lasted one more day; until we too, knelt with our families around the Big White Phone.
There was brief talk of banishment, but that only lasted as long as the flu-cold lasted – three disgusting weeks.
Not as bad as when that Texas Flu strain hit Vancouver in the late 90s, that frigging thing clung on in a 6 week infestation cycle.