Only much later, when the shock has worn off and I’m safely consuming a quart of coconut ice cream with Famous Chocolate Wafers in bed, do I begin to feel bad for that kid, my mugger.
“Only much later, when the shock has worn off and I’m safely consuming a quart of coconut ice cream with Famous Chocolate Wafers in bed, do I begin to feel bad for that kid, my mugger. Imagine being so desperate that you nerve yourself up to steal from a lonely girl at two in the morning, and then, out of all the possibilities in the world, you pick the one person in this part of Manhattan who has nothing in her purse but a bus pass, a notebook, and Virginia Woolf’s diary.”
