Bully

I found myself in New York City. I grew up here, but as soon as I began walking down the block, I knew I was time traveling again. I looked up at the apartment house I was standing in front of. I couldn’t be certain, but I had a feeling the woman talking to the perspiring man at the front door, was my grandma. That should have been good news. Except that she had been dead for nearly 60 years.