Leslie Feinberg

also didn’t want Grant to see me cold and scared and tired. She seemed fine.

She wasn’t even breathing hard.

also didn’t want Grant to see me cold and scared and tired. She seemed fine.

She wasn’t even breathing hard.

Are you kidding?” she asked me incredulously. “Hallway through I thought I’d die.”

I registered shock. “For real? You made it look so easy!”

She laughed. “You must be joking. The only thing that got me through was it looked like it wasn’t bothering you much. I figured I had to show you an old butch like me could still keep up with a young punk like you!”