BUBBEMAISSE: A grandmother's tall tale told in the shtetl.

 FREEDOM

We decided to return home to avoid making a scene.

In the cab we cruised silently along The Brooklyn Bridge, having paused in our fury, not knowing how to pick it back up. The close proximity of his body felt suffocating, like a belt from high school that no longer fit.

A force field of energy rose quickly from my feet straight up to my head and without warning I found that I could no longer sit still so I opened the taxi door and jumped and then I ran AND FELT LIKE I WAS IN A MOVIE.