Once I was standing on a cold corner in Chicago waiting for the light to change when a blind man came clicking up. What are the cross streets here, he asked, and when I didn't reply he turned toward me and said, Is anybody there? I'm here, I said, and it felt shockingly comforting, those words. When I'm panicked, I say them aloud to myself. I'm here.
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Sharp Objects - Pg 95
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