Her expression was one of playful disdain, but there was a trace of affection in her voice.
In the end, she gave me a long series of reminders, like a mother would.
My nose tingled, and I felt an unexpected urge to cry.
I nodded to everything she said.
After declining her offer to help further, I controlled my wheelchair and left on my own.
Just as I turned the corner at the entrance of the neighborhood, a black van pulled in.
6
Back at home, I sifted through the stack of envelopes in my hands.
Every letter was addressed the same way: “To my dearest Leslie.”
I opened each letter carefully, taking great care with them.
Inside were tickets to every concert Jameson had ever held since he became famous.
There was always an empty seat at his concerts.
It was a VIP seat in the front row.
And all the tickets in my hands had that same seat number, without a single one missing.
Jameson’s concert tickets sold out fast.
Back before he became famous, there were only a handful of people at his very first concert.
Those few people had only come because I, sitting in my wheelchair, had handed out flyers on the street, begging them to come to a free show.