He kept his word.
This was the thing about Marcus Calloway that I had always known and had somehow failed to fully account for when I'd set everything in motion — he was a man who did what he said he would do. Not performatively, not with fanfare, just quietly and completely, the way he did most things. He said he was going to stop coming to the bakery and he stopped coming to the bakery. He said he was going to go home and be the man he was supposed to be and that was, from everything I could observe, precisely what he did.
The Thursday window table stayed empty.
The first Thursday I noticed with the specific awareness of someone expecting an absence. The second Thursday I noticed less. The third Thursday I was elbow-deep in the West Village buildout and didn't look at the door until t
