Woman Buys $2 Record At Thrift Store — Then The Cashier Tells Her To Listen To The Last Track

Finding Suzan

Then a thin curtain of cloth at the front of the shelter slowly moved aside, and an older woman stepped out into the grey afternoon light.

It was the same woman from the thrift store. Same grey bun, same long cardigan, same trembling hands. “You found me,” she said. “I am sorry.”