I assumed my neighbor was merely a disorganized young woman when she came over every day with her infant in her arms to beg for sugar. “I’m not coming for the sugar, Mrs. Miller… I’m coming because it’s the only way he lets me out of the apartment alive,” she muttered one morning.
I didn’t answer right away. My hand moved slowly toward my cane. Not because I thought I could overpower him with it… but because it gave me something to hold …
I assumed my neighbor was merely a disorganized young woman when she came over every day with her infant in her arms to beg for sugar. “I’m not coming for the sugar, Mrs. Miller… I’m coming because it’s the only way he lets me out of the apartment alive,” she muttered one morning. Read More