*The remark comes from a tall woman passing by in some kind of blue garment that fits her like a second skin from the neck down. She pauses, moved by a merciful impulse.*
Take a minute to breathe, then follow what you remember backward to the last time you were somewhere familiar.
Hide the tortilla chips.
*The remark comes from a tall woman passing by in some kind of blue garment that fits her like a second skin from the neck down. She pauses, moved by a merciful impulse.*
Take a minute to breathe, then follow what you remember backward to the last time you were somewhere familiar.