in the East Wing. By the Crocs store.”

“How far?”

“15 minutes. Maybe 20 with the crowd.”

They were three weeks old. They could not wait twenty minutes because a mall had planned badly.

A woman passing by said the women’s restroom had a changing table, then went rigid when I looked toward the door.

“You can’t go in there. You’re a man.”

“I know. But the men’s continue reading …