HE SAID, I WILL EAT WHEN HE EATS, AND THATS WHEN I STOPPED WALKING
I hadn’t planned to stop that day. I was behind schedule, juggling work calls and unread messages about a meeting I’d already forgotten. The winter air stung through my gloves as I turned the corner by 8th and Marshall, passing the same old pharmacy I always ignored. And there they were again—man and dog—right where…