At the sports club during Zumba class, my glasses bounce around, striking my eye. No pain; I don’t notice the bruising until my husband asks “What happened?” Later, walking beside him to Harvard Square, I know what passersby might suspect. And if they wonder, worry, consider calling 911, I’m glad.
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