The cab ride was quick, and soon Jimmy was getting out on the corner of 45th Street and Ninth Avenue. Paddy’s was closed, the lights off. His uncle had gone home quickly tonight, as it was only 4:15. That didn’t mean everyone had gone home, because as Jimmy approached the door to his building, he noticed a person of indistinguishable s*x sitting on the lone step, a head bared down, as though hiding within themselves. It didn’t appear to be a homeless person. Fear hit his insides with a sudden rush. How many times had he witnessed this before?
Was it Remy? Was he passed out drunk, wanting to come to Jimmy’s?
But even Remy wasn’t this small and delicate. Maybe it was a teenager, or…
Only one way to find out. “Hey, you okay? You know, you can’t sleep here.”
The person looked up and Jimmy
