Meeting Emilia, the second time around
David M. Grossman meets Emelia, chapter two
Thew other day while walking through a sunlit New York park with my daughter, I noticed a small bent over person coming our way. I knew almost immediately that it had to be Emilia. It has been well over a year since I first met her. I called to her, she instantly responded with the same warmth and radiance I remember, although she didn’t recall me at first.