Baby Steps

Dear Diary:

I had gone into Manhattan to see my obstetrician at New York Hospital, where I was to deliver my second child in a few weeks.

After leaving the hospital, I was at an intersection on York Avenue when I noticed a blind woman with a cane who was also waiting to cross the street. I offered her my arm, and she accepted. The light changed, and I guided her across the street.

We were trundling along companionably when she tilted her head toward me.

“You smell like a vanilla ice cream soda,” she said. I was completely taken aback.

After a few moments of awkward silence, we reached the other side of the avenue.

The woman leaned toward me again.