The patron saint of hand sanitizer is administering, in generous squeezes, the destruction of 99.9 percent of bacteria onto the palms of his 3 children. I see our undoing in that slow motion moment. A cello mimics right whale mating sounds over the speaker system at this point, it is tragic beyond metaphor. I pack up my cords, chargers, devices, and swig down the coffee dregs. The coffee gripping my belly, a feeling uncomfortably close to magic.