In
the rush-hour crowd at the 14th Street station this morning I wheeled
Sophia to the emergency door and found it locked. Usually it gives way
like a magnet separating. Sounds the alarm.
“Buzz the buzzer,” a portly black woman beside me said. “And they’ll buzz you in.”
I pressed the button and peered through the bars at the woman in the booth. She gave a little glare and I felt the door release.