On watch

Today I was sitting with my client in her living room. We were talking about the weather in Chicago, pets and nothing really when a man and woman walked past the house arguing. I knew they were arguing before I heard the words clearly because I am particularly sensitive to men and women fighting and when it's about to jump off. I said my silent prayer and stared at them as they walked down the street. Please oh please don't hit her. Please don't hit her. Don't you fucking hit her. That moment, you know, feeling helpless. Feeling like you have nothing but your voice. But when you have nothing but your voice and your prayer, you better damn well use them.