Mrs. Fish

I remember my niece, Melissa calling my answering machine and leaving a message about how she was trapped in the city because 20 blocks away from the Manhattan School of Design where she was going to school, the towers were falling and no one could get out of the city via bridges or subways. She asked that I contact her mother because she was walking to Brooklyn to stay at her cousin's house. I will never forget this feeling of helplessness when she called.