—Ralph Waldo Emerson I shower in an outdoor stall with an open roof looking up into kudzu-covered trees. There’s a hand pump that draws icy water up from the ground into a bucket. I hesitate, wishing there was a way to warm it up, but I can’t be too picky. This is the first time in my life I’ve b...
I tell Dorian when he meets me outside the security office. “I didn’t know who else to call with Brie working nights and Tati all the way in Old Town and…” “Don’t apologize!” Dorian says. He opens his arms and pulls me into a huge hug. I feel so safe that I don’t want to let go. “Maybe we should ...