He doesn’t acknowledge me, doesn’t even look at me as he passes, but just like at the top of the stairs yesterday, our shoulders brush as he walks by. My choking fit disappears as quickly as it started. Fresh air floods my lungs. If I didn’t know it was impossible, I would think he had something to do with it. Not just the choking but the stopping of it, as well. But he didn’t. Of course he didn’t. The whole idea is absurd.
