and i go,’” says the older woman. “i was scared.” as she speaks, the remembered terror creeps into her voice.
her expression suddenly goes blank. she turns to the man. “what did i do or say then?” she asks, offering him the single penny in front of her.
she turns to the younger woman. “or was it…” she begins, offering the same penny.
“you stayed there in the candy shop, chewing your taffy,” the other woman says.
she smiles as she writes on her sheet of paper, “when i think of taffy stretching machines, i remember how i discovered what i wanted to do with my life. i’d never felt such a sense of 