Tuesday, February 24, 2015

After I dropped off Jackie yesterday I walked along 23rd Street and noticed a slender young woman on her phone, in the corner where some plywood wall or vestibule met the building side. I knew there was something about her. I slowed and stared. I realized she was sobbing.

“Mom, Mom! It’s going to be all right! It’s going to be all right!” I heard her say.