All Adam could think about as he watched the old man struggling back to lucidity was Samuel. He pictured the two of them – Samuel and Constantine – meeting clandestinely in the grounds of the Water Tower, probably rendezvousing on exactly the same spot where he’d shared that first kiss with Della Mitchell. He wondered how much of what they’d had been through together defined the way that Constantine looked at the Tower now; how those memories had deepened his resolve, or strengthened his determination to save the site from demolition.
The art critic had said it himself.
“There are certain things we have to hold onto …”
“There are certain things we have to hold onto …”He imagined Samuel, cowering from the rain shower of blows his own father had dealt him, quickly substituting the impress
