a crushed minibus and delivering a baby in a skyscraper elevator. I remembered the nursing home fire and carrying out residents.
In those moments, I never hesitated. I knew what to do and I did it.
Rosie said I was strong and asked what happened to that woman. I said bitterly that she grew old and was left alone.
Rosie waved a hand and called that nonsense. She said she was not getting any younger and her husband had died too.
But she said she did not let anyone walk all over her. I said nothing as I stared out the café window.
Folsom had changed and gotten more crowded. Or maybe I had changed and become easier to overlook.
Rosie pushed a plate of lemon pie toward me and told me to eat because I had lost weight. I picking up my fork because it was pointless to argue
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