We sat back and watched Leah’s strong hands rip open and slice the fish as she had been doing for more than 50 years
“Do you think we should call an adult?” I asked, thinking of my kind and practical middle-aged neighbor, when I was jolted by a sudden realization. We are the adults
,When I glance at the speedometer again, I see another message has taken its place. A red message. I have a feeling I do not like red messages.
The whole world was spinning, I saw myself turning in a kaleidoscope of hats, gloves, and spraying snow. And then it went quiet.
She is in the park, sitting on a bench and feeding the pigeons that encircle her. She’s totally immersed in the task at hand and does not notice me.
I often wonder what it was like for her, a strikingly beautiful, confident, and previously spoiled teenager completely alone in the world, navigating through hell.
