…and I commented to the teller that when the first of the Towers fell, I was standing right there, at the bank. It’s one of those moments where people always remember where they were.
And she smiled sadly and said, “Oh, I remember exactly where I was. I was rushing to Brooklyn to be there for my mother when my sister’s tower fell.”
I asked with the terrible feeling that I knew the answer. “Was she all right…?”
The teller shook her head and pointed at a photo over on a little shrine at the front of the bank. “That’s her picture over there.”
“I’m…surprised they didn’t give you the day off.”
“I wanted to be here,” she said. “Doing this is how I’m dealing with it.”
I think I’m just not gonna talk to anybody today…
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