Wafers and Ice Cream / Claudia Cadelo
He’s 90. He climbed unsteadily onto the P4 bus, a cane in one hand and a nylon bag in the other. It was ten at night. He didn’t want to sit down because he was only going three stops and his voice sounded so sad it made me want to carry him. As we crossed … Continue reading “Wafers and Ice Cream / Claudia Cadelo”