Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Thursday, April 11, 2019
Looking through the window of the drop-off laundry place on our block, I become instantly wary when I see the cops standing at the counter talking to Judy, who runs the place. She’s gesturing broadly and speaking rapidly in Chinese as I come in, but I don’t want to pry so I just smile and slide my ticket across the counter.
“Everything’s okay, we’re just visiting our friends,” one of the cops says with a grin, and Judy nods happily.
“I mean, I was just gonna keep myself to myself,” I say as I feel my shoulders lower about an inch.