Trans-demic Chinese Flu Sam Wong read the email from Josh Epstein, the partner in charge of the fiendishly complicated real estate deal that had consumed the last three months of their lives. “You’re going to have to close this deal without me. I’m sick as a dog, and my wife just called an ambulance to take me to Bellevue. I just hope it’s not that fucking Chinese Flu. Do whatever it takes to get this done.” Sam flinched...