Harry's feet felt like ice, it was only the end of fall, not winter for a few more days, but the two pairs of socks that he was wearing did nothing to get rid of the chill. Maybe he was sick. Maybe, he had some form of cancer that made it almost impossible for his feet to get warm. The rest of his body was warm enough, under the covers, but not his feet, even though they should be feeling very warm right now.

Harry sat the old book he was reading down and looked out the window. The snow was falling, and mountains of snow was covering the parking lot. Earlier that morning, a neighbor in one of the apartments nearby had crashed their car that morning as they were trying to leave for work, but it did not do much, besides blocking the exit. That was what allowed Harry to stay home from work that day. It was 1:32 and normally he would be sitting in a meeting talking about the banks accounts, but instead he was on zoom call for the meeting. His audio and video was off and that allowed him to wear pajamas and lay in bed under the covers. He just watched as his coworkers talked, only partly listening. There were a total of sixteen people on the call, including his boss, and most of them were talking about how well their individual banks were doing.

He could hear his kids yelling their heads off downstairs, school had a snow day, and there a couple times he thought that he heard someone hit their heads on the low kitchen counter. However, nobody came screaming up the stairs. The cartoons, which he could also hear, were keeping them occupied. It was some spanish cartoon that sometimes acted like it was asking them questions. They were really into it.

His wife, a coder, was working in her study, door shut so that the kids yelling did not interfer with her work; Harry got the bedroom to himself for now. He looked at the pink book again. What would his boss think if he knew that Harry was busy reading a fantasy novel with witches and wizards and a flying bus instead of paying attention to how Mr Max's branch was doing handling the current housing loans.

It probably annoyed him, but it would not be as bad as the symbol that his younger daughter had carved into the wooden bedframe. Harry had not noticed till his boss asked about it after another similar video meeting a few weeks ago. Alice had craved, in the exact middle of the wooden headboard, a swastika. Apparently, though Harry had not noticed it, it was perfectly visible when Harry had been doing his piece about his branch's home loan accounts. He had his video and audio on at the point and everybody could see that swastika. Now, after Harry had done what he could to crave it away, the nazi symbol was mostly gone, but he still was mostly known as the accidently nazi, or harry swastika amoung his coworkers.