My San Francisco Angel
SAN FRANCISCO—NEXT STOP.
My train pulled into the station, but I hesitated to leave my seat. God, be with me on the way to Dr. Cho’s office, I asked as the doors slid open.
Dr. Cho was my dentist, and she was a good one. So good that I usually didn’t mind the half-hour train ride into San Francisco and walking 15 minutes to her
