She and I are walking towards the building with multipane widows covered in green curtains that do not let me know what is behind them We walk inside a door, like the kind at any store up and down the town we live in, glass which you push firmly to open The room has young adults sitting on vinyl couches and chairs it feels like a time long ago when drive-ins and soda fountains were around They look at us, the mother tall and proud, the child meek and timid, they look at us as we walk past…
