17 April 2014
The temperature was five degrees above freezing and the sun was shining. I took a walk to the park to see if any of my friends had come out of hibernation. I met Jacques, Little Chester, Little Frank and Mariah who insisted that I sit on her plastic box. She took a place on the sidewalk, cushioned by a blanket. It was a true reunion; everyone was glad to see each other and catch up with what had happened over the winter.
I asked Mariah, “How is Joy doing?”
“She’s okay, I guess. She has good days and bad days, just like the rest of us.”
I said, “Chuck Senior told me that she and Michelle got into a fight over fifteen dollars and a bus ticket. Joy was stabbed by Michelle.”
“A stabbing, I never heard about that. Here’s Joy on the phone now. You…
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