Chapter 11The world seemed blacker than normal tonight, dotted only with white falling flakes. Monet as a negative. This wasn’t a painting, though, but impressionism of a different kind. This was life in motion, complete with complex brush strokes.
Jimmy’s day progressed as fast as the subway did, pushing forward from station to station, his destination known but what he might find upon arrival unknown.
He had departed Brooklyn, his talk with Ralphie ever-present and swirling inside his mind. The old man had revealed so much of the past, about his dying future. Jimmy knew his next step should be to talk to his mother, but given how reluctant she had been the other night to tell Jimmy the final truth, he decided to wait for the right moment. Besides, she was at work. And he was still in t
