Sometimes I have so much to do that I move so fast that “I meet myself coming and going,” as my grandma used to say. Sometimes I meet a door. Sometimes I meet other people.

Owwwww. She ’roke my face,” broke the silence. I looked at the woman. She looked at me. We both burst out laughing. “‘Ot ‘unny. My ‘ace iss broken. It wasss a mistake. Owwww,” said ...