|What now--NYC cop? And I am catching the 9:59 DeCamp bus in this morning.|
When I discovered a cylindrical metal rest for my feet [not only hers], I felt a little safer.
We also went to somebody's grandmother's tiny old apartment, abandoned for years. When the policewoman opened the door, I cringed, expecting a ton of roaches to spring from the floor. The grandma's boxes of crackers and everything else had not been removed; the family hoped she'd be going back. No roaches--a miracle.
Yikes. Hold on NYC, here I come.