Chapter 24
The subway train was steamy, crowded and sluggish, which stoked a fire under Neal’s rising morning anxiety. He’d returned to the city the night before riddled with fear and anxiety over the lies he had told Dewalt about his column, wishing he could run to Bergdorf’s and hide. His head was throbbing, so he did what he always did on a hot, crowded morning commute to work. He distracted himself by studying men, bottom to top. Neal started with their feet, which on trains, for some reason, felt very s****l. Across from him was a barely middle-aged Wall Streeter in an expensive suit. The man wore a lace up, and his feet were large. A touch of an argyle sock peeked out from the cuffed edge of his pants. Neal imagined the length of the nude foot, the wideness of it. Typically, he did
