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Bette looked out the window up at the sky. It would be sundown soon she thought as she turned and walked around her desk. She looked around her office, she loved this room. Lined with bookshelves, with a couch reminiscent of the one in their old WeHo home, cozy but not claustrophobic even with the boxes stacked to the side of the desk. It had been a quiet sanctuary during some very difficult and dark times she thought as her mood became somber. The pandemic had taken its toll on the Porter-Kennard family. They were now in the middle of summer. All of Tina’s productions were at a standstill. The studio was reassessing to determine if it should continue to put money into various projects. Luckily for Tina, she was given the task of sorting through the productions on all levels, so her job was secure. At least for now. Fortunately, money was not a problem for the Porter-Kennard family. With Bette’s inheritance and both of their investments, they were in a good financial situation to come safely through this crisis whether either of them worked or not. Bette was very well aware they were lucky because that was not the case for many families across the country. The News had reported that the pandemic had triggered one of the worst jobs crisis since the Great Depression. The majority of jobs lost had been in industries that pay low to average wages. Nonetheless, companies that paid higher wages like the Peabody Corporation did feel the impact. Bette had to furlough much of her staff. The lockdown left the Peabody Corporation and all its subsidiaries at a standstill. She and Helena tried to keep people on payroll as long as they could, but with no income it was impossible to sustain. As of now they had a skeleton crew on both the East and West Coast offices, but the international offices and all the Galleries had been shut down completely.
Angie missed weeks of school. It took Los Angeles public schools time to come up with a remote learning plan. Nevertheless, most teachers in the Spring chose to not do live feeds for instruction which greatly impacted Angie. She basically lost the last semester of her senior year in High School. Even though Angie had difficulties with learning online, it had been better than nothing. Angie talked about how her peers lamented about the loss of graduation, prom and a normal school day, but she focused on the issues of her studies. She had applied to very competitive colleges and scholarships to go along with admission. She feared the problems with her final classes would impact her ability to compete for both. In addition, there was no word on how the colleges across the country would manage the new term. The thought of online learning for her first year of college was just another issue amongst all the others related to entering into college during this pandemic. Transiting into young adulthood is stressful enough. When adding all the school problem, friend problems and family problems; Angie was starting to feel the impact emotionally. Bette sighed as she reflected on the conversation with Tina about Angie’s graduation. They had early on abandoned hope of watching their only child walk across the stage. Tina had voiced in frustration, that High School shouldn’t have ended this hard or this sad for Angie. As time moved closer to the term end Angie became increasingly depressed and began talking about all the losses and fears for her future. She finally broke and cried in both Tina’s and Bette’s arms ”Why did this have to happen to us?” The pandemic had upended the final months for the Class of 2020 in tiny and profound ways academic, economic, social and emotional and Angie was caught in the middle of it.