He would never have this if he were sitting on a smelly ‘L’ train, surrounded by strangers who may be the source of whatever odor was on offer that night.
Of course, there was some danger in walking home alone. Rogers Park was still a different world from just a few blocks to the north, where the suburb of Evanston also sprawled along the same lakefront. Evanston boasted big houses, some of them rightfully called mansions, and the campus of Northwestern University, one of the finest and most exclusive schools in the Midwest. But Rogers Park, in spite of being gentrified over the past couple of decades, still had its marauding bands of gangbangers who, Henry knew, would find a rich blond boy like himself tantalizing sport. Henry always walked briskly and with purpose.
Something tonight ca
