"I'm not that kind of guy," the Pacific Islander in aloha shirt said to Radhika and me at the cemetery. Radhika had put her mask on, and I was working on it. "Don't bother," he said. He and the white man at the sentry house had told me months ago that covid was a hoax, that hospitals were making money off of ventilators, that people were dying of motorcycle accidents reported at covid. Now he says, "I know people who did everything to stay safe, and they still got it. It's real." So I guess this is a move from denial to fatalism; it's not happening, to it'll happen no matter how you try to avoid it. We smiled and waved at the white guy on our way past; he was feeding the cemetery cats. Lilith pulled at the leash to start up the hill.
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