“My name’s Edna. I’m 78. Divorced thirty years now—my ex-husband preferred his f…
“My name’s Edna. I’m 78. Divorced thirty years now—my ex-husband preferred his fishing boat to me, and honestly? I preferred my quiet. Every Tuesday and Thursday, I catch the 9:15 bus to the library. Same bench, same spot. For years, I’d sit there, hands stuffed in my pockets, teeth chattering even in spring. The city […]








