“Go lightly from the ledge, babe, go lightly on the ground” — the Bob Dylan song she played sometimes on her little green record player. Her folded hands patted out the beat on her chest. Listening to her, I realized that Nell was maybe the saddest person I had ever known, although she hid it. I thought maybe she was sad for the same reasons as me. Because sometimes, there was too much goodness in the world to bear.
