Page 133 - In Five Years

We’re on the sidewalk, the length of Fifth Avenue splayed out before us. Cars
push one another forward, egging the others on. The city inhales and inhales and
inhales.
“Where are we going?” I ask him. My bones feel tired. I lift my leg up,

testing.
“It’s a surprise,” he says.

“I don’t like those.”
Aaron laughs. “You’re gonna be fine,” he says.
He grabs my hand, and we’re turning down Fifth Avenue.