Six Pairs of Thick Gray Socks Saved My White House on Elm Street

be out on those sidewalks alone with your balance.”

I walked past her into the kitchen, my gait steady, my feet planted firmly on the floorboards with every step. The non-slip soles gave me a grip I had not felt in years.

“I walked just fine,” I said.

Brenda followed me, her eyes tracking my ankles. “You are moving differently. Did the doctor put you continue reading …