If

On the main floor, the worry is nothing. Nothing. Looking around they will be on one side. All together, civilly. Shaking hands. That will be fine. There will be talking. They will call the names. It will be ok.

But then, outside. Everyone will be around. There will be cameras. The best part would be that it wouldn't be sick. There wouldn't be holes. The last two years would matter.

But none of that is real. Never.