I called my clients who had appointments today, and let them know something had come up, so I wouldn’t be able to see them. For each, I chose the phone number that I thought they would be least likely to answer. Omar Assef called me back right away, and left a voicemail message saying he’d had an odd conversation with a man asking about me.
I didn’t call him back.
Jill Riddell is a writer in Chicago. She teaches at the School of the Art Institute and has a weakness for nature, magic, and pennies abandoned in sidewalk cracks.