the chime of a closed entrance

I’m used to doors closing when I’m not supposed to talk anymore.  I have six brothers and sisters and as the youngest I know how to take cues. Kind of like when someone puts a pointer finger to their lips to hush you. Only I pay closer attention than that. The first time I went to New York City I was nine years old. My neighbor Hannah was holding my hand and leading the way down fifth avenue. There was a gunshot. Someone yelled something...
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