I had to run to keep up with MTM. I mean, really run.

“We’re not going to make the train if you don’t come on.” That he carried two stuffed suitcases and one full briefcase to my demure purse made my lagging inexcusable. I ground my teeth and tried to step up.

Liquid oozed inside my right shoe. Stuck my toes together. A sensation too familiar. Too soon.Continue Reading