The Black Sheep
The walk down 17th Street from her psychotherapist’s office to the train station was an easy eight city blocks. Amy Bennett had done it at bi-weekly intervals over the last month, each time noticing a new store or restaurant as she walked down the now familiar stretch. The area was being revitalized, with contractors in abundance working on the historic row homes bringing them to their full financial potential. She was a fan of architecture and appreciated the carved moldings that adorned many of the buildings.
Today she chose to walk back on the opposite side of the street than usual. A block away the carved wood sign for “The Black Sheep” extended from the side of a red brick building. There was indeed the silhouette of a black sheep with gold Old English lettering anno
