Tissues Ticklish Mom Goes ShoppingChapter 7
Ms. Connor moved quickly down the stairs, which descended adjacent to the wall on the right. The original cinder block basement walls weren’t even painted, adding to the coldness I felt as I was ushered down the stairs by Ms. Tonya. I wasn’t physically cold. In fact, the air in the room didn’t contain the dampness or musty odor one might find in a basement. The coldness was more the unfriendly type. I went down those stairs fully aware that my descent was more than a physical descent down to...