Occasionally breaking the rules is one thing. A pattern of disregard, something else.
Stilled By the State of My World
She rarely speaks, usually nodding her head and smiling. This morning she talked to me, loading my weekly groceries into the trunk. Her English is poor, but comprehensible. She looked troubled. My Neighbor, Myself She has been working as a bagger at my local supermarket for 10 years. She is a single mother, mid-thirties. Her […]