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“Wow, Miriam, that is … .” Cheryl’s voice trailed off, looking more closely at the video, “ … THE most beautiful quasi-sterile environment I’ve ever seen. Grrrl, it’s like someone turned the Orient Express into a traveling hospital!” Miriam laughed and looked around, proud to have kept her Victorian-poet-meets-Bohemian-street-fortune-teller-in-a-space-brothel style while making it a safe place for her immunocompromised friends. She pointed to the Ouija Board. “I’ve had help,” she said softly. “A couple of doctors from from the Spanish Flu days … dude, talk about knowing exactly what they would have done differently!” “I don’t even know what to say,” Cheryl half-whispered. “If you need or want to, just come here,” Miriam said warmly. “We’re going to be fine.”