

Call me Daisy
She told me not to use her real name. So I asked her to choose one. “Daisy,” she said. And Daisy is what I’ll call her. I hadn’t planned on hearing her story that evening on The Strand. In fact, she didn’t seem sure she wanted to tell it. There was hesitation in her voice, the kind that comes when somebody has lived enough life to know that once certain words leave your mouth, you can’t put them back. “I can’t,” she kept saying. Then she paused. “I got too much story.” She wa
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