Moonwalk
The car is already there by the time I convince Miss Freifeld, the secretary, that I really am practically dying
Moonwalk
“It could be it’s a cycle — she can’t work, so she gets anxious, so the pain gets worse?” My mother’s thinking aloud. I hate it when she psychoanalyzes me
Moonwalk
She rolls her eyes. “Don’t listen to me, then. But don’t come crying when things aren’t working out”
