A DC high-speed bus chase

A DC high-speed bus chase

My youngest daughter and her husband moved to New York last October. Three days after they arrived, she tripped on a step and broke her ankle. “So annoying, I was wearing such a good outfit, Mumma.” They didn’t know anyone. In a boot and on crutches she tackled umpteen flights of stairs in search of permanent housing, avoided crazy people in the street and faced up to taciturn bank and phone-store employees. The unfriendliness of the city upset …