VIIILIFE HAD SETTLED DOWN into a bit of a pattern of running the soup kitchen and sleeping a lot to heal my cracked ribs and other strained body parts.
One day, Andy took me to another "Free Zone" where the gangs had to stay out of, where only the Don's and their guests could come. Doc went with us, or perhaps we were his guest. Guests of a guest. Something like that.
It was a beautiful day. Fleecy clouds in a deep blue sky. Sun shadowed us behind the tall high-rises. Walking on pristine concrete walks with cast-iron and shiny slatted wood benches which faced a long reflecting pool at intervals. I guess some architect thought city people needed reflection from time to time.
I certainly did.
The Doc left us to take another bench down a few hundred feet from us. We were all watching the
