“It happened so fast I didn’t have time to think. I just did it.” And it’s true. I remember walking down Exchange Street toward Main, and that the wind picked up. The snowfall was heavier and the wind made it all swirly. I love when the snow is like that. At times it was so thick I couldn’t really make out the buildings across the street. It was like being back in time. It was like being in a fantasy world. Then the snow swirls kind of parted and like curtains had been drawn back, I saw this African American guy. He was walking, too, in the same direction I was, but a little ahead of me. I don’t know why I noticed him. Maybe because he was having such a bad day. He was on his cell phone and at first he sounded like he was having an argument but then his tone of voice changed and I could hear him saying things like, “Please, baby, I didn’t mean anything by it. I love you. Please don’t say that. I don’t have anyplace else to go. Don’t hang up.” And whoever he was talking to must’ve hung up, because he stopped talking.
