ABSTRACT
Madeline sat where she always sat whenever the weather was amenable. She favored the wooden bench painted in a high-gloss green, secured by bolts into the concrete, although the effort it took to get there was exhausting: down two flights of stairs, through the heavy steel door, out onto the shrublined, bricked walkway between buildings 111 and 113, and into the interior courtyard. Once she was there, and settled in, the thought of going back home became daunting.
