Sunday, 29 February 2004
Party
My friend (who has MS and is confined to a wheelchair) and her sister were trying to find the address of where a party was supposed to be held in a residential area. The street looked very much like that of a typical American suburb, with manicured front lawns and generous green back yards. They seemed to have been given the wrong address. They went up and down the road puzzling over the whereabouts of the gathering, her sister getting really annoyed at the injustice of it.