Opportunity Knocks, Kicks, and Punches
When we got off the bus, I offered to walk Ethan to the hotel where he was meeting this guy Phil. He asked if I wasn't anxious to get to my mother's place, but I told him this time of night she'd be asleep anyway, and I had a key to her apartment so I could just let myself in.
All lies, of course. I don't even know where she's living right now.
So I walked Ethan to his hotel, and the walk shocked me and depressed me bad. How long have I been away from the city? Only a few months, right? Why did it take so little time to forget the way life used to be?
How could I ever have been satisfied with the way I used to live? People deserve housing. People deserve safety. People in the city weren't getting that—not the people we walked by. Ethan di
