I saw a woman at the gym the other day that I really wanted to avoid.
I used to see her a lot when Matthew
was small. It seemed she was always there when he was bolting away from
me at the grocery store, the swimming pool, the park. She watched me as
I tackled Matthew before he wandered into the street, and while I tried
to defuse a big bad meltdown. She was always sitting right behind us in church while Matthew flapped and tapped and giggled. Her pale blue eyes followed us everywhere and her frown was constant.