Horowitz. I always dreaded it, something that seemed to creep up on me every February, almost something of a surprise, though clearly it wasn’t. But this year I dreaded it even more than usual because I hadn’t been feeling like myself lately. And as I sat in the waiting room, I had this nervous pit in my stomach that something was wrong, that Dr. Horowitz was going to give me bad news.I drummed my fingers nervously against the edge of the chair, too terrified to read my copy of City Style, though I pretended. I opened it up to Kat’s article, “Fifty First Dates,” which detailed fifty different places you could go on a unique date in the city. I stared at her byline and her photo until it made me dizzy, until I could almost see her frowning the way she had that day in her office.“Mrs. Levenworth,” the nurse called out, and I jumped,because it felt like it’d been a long time since someone had called me that.As the nurse checked my blood pressure, I felt my pulse beating fast and steady in my head, my neck.
What do You think about The Transformation Of Things?
