During the spring, summer and fall of 2020, my husband was doing a lot of free work for Heather’s company. He was making videos for a fundraiser, helping to create remote performance opportunities for her classes, and just in general on zoom with her a lot. Daily.

It wasn’t all work. Zoom striptease isn’t exactly the kind of performance art her students’ families would expect from her. (My own children were in some of those remote performances, and I know it wasn’t what I expected.) But, I try not to judge.

I saw Heather one day and she laughed. “We will be done with these zoom performances soon!” she said. “And then you can have your husband back! I’ll be done with him.”

I laughed and said, “That will be nice.”

It would have been.