I was so mad at Max that I didn"t know what to do with myself, but I did know I was in no shape to talk to Davis. So I turned left out of Max"s front door and walked toward the art co-op. I needed a place to vent, and I headed toward Cate. She was working on a series of photos about Korean-Americans on the Eastern Shore. It was a passion project for her, something to honor her own heritage and dispel the mistaken belief that the only people in this part of Maryland were black or white. She was hanging the show tonight, so I knew she"d be putting final details on the mattes.
When I walked in, my dear friend smiled, straightened her back, and then rushed toward me as soon as she got a good look at my face. "Harvey, what"s going on?"
I felt tears prick my eyes and cursed my tendency to cry
