All over the province the schools, theaters and all public meeting
places had been closed. All main routes of travel were under police and
military control and only the most essential transport was allowed on
the highways, the rails, or in the air. The same precautions were soon
put into effect across Canada. The United States was under martial law,
with the National Guard in complete control in each state. Communities
which had not yet reported cases of S-Flu were isolated for their own
protection and supplies were sent to them by military convoy. The
guards and truck drivers were men who had already had the disease and
were no longer infectious as far as anyone could tell. Even so, they
were not allowed to come close to the isolated ones who unloaded the
supplies with the greatest care after the truck drivers had got out and
moved away. In spite of the most stringent precautions, the disease
still broke through into some of those areas, and, as the weeks passed
by, the uninfected zones were reduced to such locations as small
hamlets in the eastern and western mountains, little whistle stops on
the prairies and, in the southwest, some of the desert communities.
When the truth about the S-Flu became known, many families in the
cities tried to barricade themselves in their homes. Some had already
been exposed to the virus and hunger drove others out, only to catch
the disease. Later, when the public health services were better
organized, the same isolation techniques used on whole villages were
used wherever a family was found untouched. Even in the worst areas a
few were known. There were, of course, the cranks and selfish ones who
couldn't bear to see others escape their own fate, but as a rule the
people responded well. They knew, finally, it was either that or race
suicide.
Ten days after exposure the three of us were in fine condition,
although my behind felt as if a porcupine had attacked me, from all the
injections of serum.
As I complained to Pat, "You women are lucky. You have a bigger target
for all these damn needles."
Two weeks went by without a sign of S-Flu and, once more, when it
seemed definite that we had escaped, we were locked up again in the
Lab. Under the military orders covering all uninfected persons, we
had to be isolated, but, as we were still working with the virus, the
Research Building was the obvious place. To me, there was only one
thing really wrong with the situation. In all the rush and excitement
of our research, we had not yet taken out our marriage license, so, not
being completely brazen, we had to take to our separate rooms and beds
again, with the Chief as chaperone to our physically consummated but
legally unlawful union.
I said to Pat when we were locked up, "That does it! Now, if you really
are pregnant, all the women will condemn you as a fallen sister while
envying you for being with child ... besides wondering whose child."
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