New York rain falls in flat sheets. There’s never a dry spot to protect you. The clouds were swollen from being past due. I love the dark, voluptuous shapes the sky makes in the summer. I didn’t have a raincoat or umbrella, so by the time I got to Anabel’s front door, I was soaked. I called her, and instead of buzzing me up, she threw down a set of keys held in a thigh-high stocking.
