The Ministry of Being With

Letting people be who they are

It took them three hours to get ready in the morning. With Midtown screaming and pulsing on our doorstep, they holed up in a silent bathroom with no windows, endlessly attending to every eyelash, each hair on their heads.

I managed not to badger them. One, because my dearest, oldest friend, the sister of my heart, had dragged ass all the way into the cit…