CHAPTER 13
And here I am in the cab from Kennedy airport the way to "our" apartment on 9th avenue and 14th street.
Is Philly home? I have no idea what I'll do or say if I see her. I walk up three floors and reach the door. I examine if it has changed, and if the key fits. It fits. I put my ear against the door and there's no sound. I knock on the door and there's no answer. I walk in. This is exactly how we left the house - Philly hasn't come back.
I called Simone. That was the first thing I felt like doing. Maybe she's heard something.
"Hi, Simone, how's it going? It's Amir."
"Hi Amir, you're back, that's great. How was it?"
"Oh, Philly hasn't spoken to you?"
"No."
"I came back alone. We broke up."
I told her more or less what happened, and we hung up. I lounged around in the apa
