Somewhere

I must be getting somewhere. Today, after chatting with my landlady for an hour-and-half, I broke down and cried. Doesn't really matter why, and I'm not sure I could say anyway...But I did. And I didn't recoil when she vigorously rubbed the tears off of my very sensitive cheeks. She told me I was like her daughter. Now I don't know if that's really true or not, but I do know that sometimes tears are the currency of a relationship. And today I paid my entrance fee.