The woman is struggling to grab all her luggage. The dog is out the door on the subway platform, not waiting for his owner. The woman shouts louder and louder, and I can hear in her voice that she knows she is losing her dog. Frankieeeee! That is how these things happen. One footstep at a time, one wrong glance left instead of right, and soon it’s not her dog. One swerve right, one deer in the road, and soon you are not my sister.
