The rain broke while I was halfway across the park and I kept going. My phone in my pocket was buzzing. The path was slick. The kid somewhere laughing at a puddle barely registered. I checked the time. Nine minutes. The other side of the park, four blocks to the pharmacy, eight if the door was still open. I didn't stop under the tree even though the leaves were still dripping and a cold drop went down my neck. I picked up the pace. If the pharmacy was closed the whole afternoon came apart.
