Mass in the Time of Quarantine

I arrived at mass a few minutes late. I hadn’t realized I would go at all until Father Anthony’s face, luminously pale against the sanctuary’s blood-red drapes, popped up on my Facebook page. One-click, and I heard the full-throated baritone of our choir director and pianist, Eddie. I settled in. This would be my first time attending mass in the time of quarantine. I was at St. Agatha’s. The force of the familiar held me.