Chapter 16Sidewalks strangely offered up reflections of yourself, and of the world behind you. It held your shadow on sunny days, and on nights when puddles of rain gathered, you could see a shimmering version of your inner soul. Jimmy had figuratively stared into one just hours before, and now it was Jellison Rothschild’s turn to stare into hers. Before approaching the Dress Up Club, she asked Jimmy to take her to visit the exact spot her husband had met his destiny. He couldn’t fault her, nor could he deny her. Didn’t he still feel that way, even fifteen years later? Sidewalks were curious things, permanent pathways for people who never stopped to think what they left behind. People always moving over them, no consideration to the other lives that walked by or the imprints left in them.
