March 22, 2007
Maps are her enemy. She can never figure out how to read them or fold them back up again. She stares at the unwieldy flap of paper. Somewhere among all those lines and letters is the town she wants to get to, and somewhere else is where she is, an unmarked dot. She looks around the parking lot, as if the answers are there. A car parks beside hers and a voice asks her if she’s lost. She is, in fact, the poster child for lost. But someone has found her. Someone with the bluest eyes she has ever seen.