Burn Marks
“At the same time, my bravado had cost me the dressing to my left hand. I tested it gingerly against the steering wheel. The blisters rolled and squished a bit.I got out and opened the trunk and pulled out the towel I’d stuck in my equipment belt. I wrapped it around my left hand, using my teeth to hold it in place while I tucked the ends inside. It made a slippery glove, but I could manage driving now.As I drove across Touhy to the Edens, I was so tired and depressed that I wondered if I should... abandon my project at Alma Mejicana. Often when I feel like quitting I hear my mother’s voice in my head, exhorting me. Her fierce energy was tireless—the worst thing I could ever do in her eyes was to give up. Tonight, though, I heard no echoes in my head. I was alone in the dark city with my sore palms and bruised shoulders.If you’re going to sink into self-pity, go home to bed, I scolded myself. Otherwise, your mission is bound to fail. For acrobatic derring-do you need to be at the peak of self-confidence, not down in a well.I didn’t want to dwell on the scene in Seligman’s musty kitchen, but I forced myself at least to think about what he’d told me.MoreLess
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