Enforced

Gene watched the Lurtich boy move across the courtyard at a clip, looking over his shoulder. "That boy's surly as all get out," Gene observed, sipping his sweet tea. "I think Rusty got him." "Whattya mean 'got him'?" Polly asked, sitting down next to Gene on the patio. "Hustled his 'tocks on home, courtesy of enforced social distancing," Gene said, squinting in the sun reflecting off of the eastside carport. "Damn kids think they're immortal - just loafin' over there by the pool fence, breathing all over each other." Polly clucked her tongue in disapproval. "How does he do it?" she pressed. "How does he bring 'em in?" "Said he made a library of embarrassing photos offa social media," Gene chuckled. "Just walks over with his full protective kit on and his phone held high - some horrible photo that could be any of 'em. They scatter like vampires before The Cross Almighty." They laughed for a bit and then relaxed into the peaceful calm of the Del Mar Apartment Complex. "We owe Rusty a debt we can never pay," Polly whispered, "taking it on himself to keep us all safe and sound.”