People Laughed At An Elderly Woman In A Hospital Waiting Room Until A Doctor Asked One Question

perhaps seventy-five, perhaps older, the kind of age that becomes difficult to fix precisely because what you notice first is not the years but the quality of stillness that has accumulated in them. She wore a coat that had been good once, a dark wool double-breast that had gone thin at the elbows and loose at the buttons, the kind of coat you keep continue reading …