“No. I’m freaking out. What if she sees me?”
“You’re wearing a mask and sunglasses! She won’t know it’s you.”
She walked quickly down the sidewalk.
“It’s like you’re daring me to touch the doorknob of a haunted house!”
She looked back. “Are you eight? Come ON. ”
I breathed deeply and started walking down the block. What was I afraid of?
Into the street, behind parked cars, my shuffle sped into a run as fifty-three year old me panicked.
You don’t know my mother.