I’d never been to a place like this. Molared between a cell phone store and a paper lantern shop was the lingerie boutique with the girls in the black uniforms who all looked a bit like my daughter, in different ways.
Wednesday practice and halfway through warmups sweat already rolls down your back. Molasses, the running back, leads the stretches. People call him Molasses because he’s slow but everything sticks to him.
The symptom that first brought my father to the doctor was vague: a heaviness in the side of his chest, close to his armpit, that ached at the end of the day.
