“The stall door is in front of you. Take one step, then you can take off the blindfold. Put it back on when you’re done.”
Okay, this was getting ridiculous. Where were we? Why the secrecy? I studied the interior walls of the bathroom stall as if the secret to the meaning of life was written on them, but all I gleaned from the addresses was that we were somewhere near New York City. I’d always wanted to skate in Rockefeller Center, to see the big Christmas tree in person, but that seemed like an experience Jess would’ve wanted to share with our son.
Soon, we were back in the hall, the blindfold once again leaving me in frustrating darkness.
“Just another minute,” Jess said. “We’re almost there.”
I grumbled under my breath, but secretly I was touched she’d gone to so much effort to do so
