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I am glad. It took considerable effort for me to make the meeting today. I had to walk 14 blocks to the R-line, and as mercy would have it, was short a ticket. Stanley comes with me most days, and did again today. Some women harp on one chore until their poor husbands lose it. I will admit now, at the start of this story (though you came in halfway from the beginning) that my life will poke its head into the spaces. It cannot be helped.

I know I said that love is an exact science, but recent events have changed my mind. I sat, clutching my fall gloves, struggling to see through building tears, and pick up the flyers left in my mailbox. The funding for your outreach program will end at the last day of this month. That was all she said. No reasoning. Sonya Speaker was used to telling her community “no.” No room, no interest, no space.