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They, too, worked hard and took in all manner of extended family members, starting the cycle anew.
Rachel had wisely done as I asked—maxed out all her credit cards at ATM machines. She used three credit cards, two with an $800 maximum, one with $600.
I am not the first to note the irony of taking people serving time often for violent crimes and putting them in an environment where the only self-improvement is making them physically stronger, but the truth is, I have never been in better shape, and it’s finally paying off. I hope.
want to revel in this for a few minutes, but alas, that’s not possible. I said before that I never cared about being locked up. Matthew was gone and it was my fault, so I was content—if that’s the right word—with having no life. I didn’t want to feel. But now that I’m back out in the world, now that I’m tasting that city air, that electric current, that vivacity of sound and color, my
I start whistling as I walk east, trying so hard to look casual and inconspicuous that I feel like I stick out like a cigarette at a fitness club. A few blocks later, I risk
but I also wear a surgical mask. Not many people are wearing them anymore, so I worry I may stick out with it. But it’s also a great disguise.
because I hate flavored coffee, especially from Dunkin’.
I get deep when I’m tired. I huddle behind a
Mr. Bordio, Pat’s father, died before my time, in Vietnam, and the yard was always overgrown.
was, she admitted, an awful thing to even consider. She apologized profusely. But I didn’t accept the apology.
Coffee and a novel for an hour if time permitted.
