SAD BECAUSE we were supposed to go to our first Broadway play next week. Now I don’t even know if I am going to go at all. Lonely because the person who I always, always eat lunch with, walk to school with, walk home from school with, sit on the stoop with is not here. Anxious because I know bodies are fragile. Not as delicate as flowers or Aunt Ini’s china but still they break and shatter and become unrecognizable after they get hit and sent flying through the sky like a tennis ball.
