to see what I was going to do.
I sat down on the bench next to her. Rain was starting to spit from the gray sky above the parking lot.
“Ma’am, I don’t understand.”
“I know, honey. Most people don’t.”
She pulled a small photograph out of the little pink purse on her lap. Handed it to me with shaking fingers.
It was an old picture. Black and white. A young continue reading …
