32 - Maeve
The Safe Harbor City Hall was a grand-looking concrete and glass erection, a mix of the sixties’ love of the pure simple lines and the 2000s’ goal of maximizing sunlight to power a greenhouse.
The revolving doors might have been part of the energy-collecting process, because I got stuck inside, unable to muster enough strength to push the front panel. Stanley, who went before me, had to pull the door toward him to let me free.
The right-angle panel swiveling behind me pushed hard against my ankles. The crutches and I stumbled forward. Only Stanley’s arms wrapping around me kept me from falling on my nose.
I was barely aware of the flap-flap of books falling to the floor. His wide torso and arms enveloped me, sending a warm current over my spine, rushing through my nape, ting
