It had been nearly fourteen years, but there you were on my morning commute. On your way to work like nothing had happened. Both of us on our ways to work as if nothing had happened.
It was the summer of '82, my first year at Saint Vincent's. I'd just arrived in the city, a newly minted nurse from the Midwest, and taken an apartment on Perry Street with three other nurses. He was
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In the springtime, after the clouds of winter and before the storms of summer, when the skies were clear and the waters still, Abel went star-catching.
The other villagers thought him daft, of course
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