Chapter 8Manhattan’s dark streets seemed to be mocking him with their mix of bright lights and black angles. People paid no attention to him. Only his shadow did, emerging under streetlamps like a tease only to disappear when he reached a crowded corner as if the greater the number of people around, the more his own shadow hid in shame.
His first thought was: why were so many people walking the sidewalks at this late hour?
Except it was New York, and it wasn’t as late as it might have been.
In fact he should have still been in bed, perhaps making love a second time or third time to Steven, him lying in Jimmy’s strong arms while they rested their bodies, let their hearts settle and talked about the future. Instead he was dressed and walking by Lincoln Center, where only days ago he’d att
