March 20, 2015
My Neighbor
By Alison P. Martinez “Do you know where Mohawk Drive is?” The woman”s dirty housedress hung loosely on her bony shoulders; she wore socks but no shoes. Her face was tanned ruddy, as if she walked long and far in the sun. “No, I don”t,” I shrugged, and continued my stroll to the park. Then I saw the woman asking others, who all shook their heads “no.” Something pulled me back, so I approached her. “You”re very thin,” I said. “You”re wearing socks but no shoes. What”s the situation?” “I went to the drugstore, but I can”t see too well, and
