“We have to get going to open the shelter,” I tell Ezi, especially when we’re responsible for all the 18 units in our building, and most are old, infirm, or hysterical.  We have this shelter in our basement, but the floor was never finished and although the room is very big, the furniture is dusty and there are only chemical facilities. 

I was almost out the door and on my way down with a vacuum cleaner, toilet paper and water, but Ezi remained relaxed, assuring me with his indifference that we’re nowhere near that.   

Nevertheless, I  really want to finish that floor.