I hightail it out of the coffee shop. Mom"s apartment happens to be close by—because what isn"t near you in Manhattan?—so I head in that direction. Plus, I need to check on Sash. To be honest, I also need the special kind of reality reinforcement that only my mother can deliver.
because what isn"t near you in Manhattan?I march through one of those neighborhoods that real estate agents label as in transition. Fancy marble-covered buildings—like the one Ghost lives in—stand yards away from run-down blocks of concrete where you have to ask: is this a prison or a cheap place to live?
in transition.In my family"s case, it’s the latter. Mom and Sash live in one tiny part of a hulk-sized cinderblock building. Technically, it’s my place as well. After all, I pay the rent. It’s an efficiency with
