“The River” (Story 9)

I had found a temporary summer job assisting Edgar, a photographer in Hoboken, and living at Baba’s house in Jersey City would afford me the easiest commute.

My closest friends would be living in or just outside of Manhattan. Madsy would be taking summer classes, and Theo got an internship in the city. I wanted to be near them too.

I would stay in the room where Mama once lived, in a row house near Journal Square, just a block away from the PATH, the train that ran under the Hudson River.

I was curious about living in Mama’s childhood home and looked forward to the opportunity to imagine my mother’s past life, as it had been before I existed, even before Mama met Tato.

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