He Poured Beer Down My Jacket And Demanded My Call Sign Until He Realized Who I Really Was

it instead of cataloguing it and moving on.

“I’m angry,” I said. “Which is better than ashamed.”

She nodded like she understood more than I had explained. Maybe she did. In emergency medicine you learn fast how often women arrive carrying two separate injuries: the thing that happened, and the way everyone in the aftermath asked them to make it easier continue reading …