How Close I Come To Breaking
“Are you all right Eze?” said Theresa. Her eyes were wide open, soft and searching.
Her question elicited a squirm from me. How does she know?
Hadn’t I done enough to obscure my moribund disposition, project an agreeable countenance, exert a tenuous grip on the all-important baseline? Still, Theresa, my baby sister, was perspicuous, an incisive observer of my behavior. As she waited for…