She got angry, Dora. I told her you are my best friend and she wanted to meet you. And I said that couldn’t happen. And she didn’t listen to me.
In that night’s brokenness, their lips met, seeking to communicate an emotion made futile by words.As light started to spread across the horizon, he looked at her resting on his arm,
Finally they traced her husband, my father, from an address she had given the landlord. He came and took me away. He could not refuse, it would have set tongues wagging.