I
paced back and forth, my eyes glued to the floor as shards of tiny glass
glittered in the sunlight. I walked
toward the north gate where I could see a tiny flower shop that undoubtedly
remained upon strictly on selling floral arrangements to the cemetery across
the street and then I turned south to walk toward a gate that showed an old
colonial home with a hand-written sign on the window that read ‘Go Home
Now’. The day was hot and humid, which
was quite typical of New York City in July.
The beads of sweat trickled down the inside of my thigh and I could feel
them strike the pavement like heavy tear drops.
At any other point in my life, I would have been mortified, but now I
did nothing to wipe them off. I was far beyond saving myself from any type of embarrassment
as I caught a young woman staring at me from across the roadway as she sat
perched on her balcony with a notebook in hand.
She was furiously jotting down notes, as she alternately would raise her
head to look in my direction. I didn’t
know who she was and at this point, I didn’t really care to know. I just knew that she must have been judging
me, and that really pissed me off. I’m
sure she assumed, just like everyone else did, that I was some type of low-life
or drug addict or socialist looking for a hand out. This was all the furthest from the
truth. In fact, I was a republican who
had voted for Bush, supported foreign wars and married a husband who had made
tons of money in the stock market. Naya
screamed out to me, “mommy, watch me!” as she raced across the parking lot,
weaving in and out of the yellow lines that were once there to help guide a
star crossed lovers car into their parking space before they checked in for a
night of love-making and vows breaking.
She ran quickly, her Skecher sneakers kicking up dust from the remnants
of the renovation that was occurring behind me and I smiled proudly at her.
“Great job my little darling!” I shouted in encouragement. I had stopped to watch her racing against an
invisible friend that she was taunting, “I’m beating you! I’m beating you!” and
I found my heart aching at the thought that despite it all, she seemed to be
ready to win any battle. “Are you
kidding me??” I heard an irate voice behind me as a couple that I had noticed
staying here before began to argue. They
were looking down at a piece of paper that was just handed to them and looked
to be in disbelief. I looked over to the
door of the main office where I had assumed they had just left from and could
only see the shadow of a head behind the screen door. I began to pace again, waiting for my turn…
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