From the Diary

On the Astor Place platform that day, the Lexington local pulled in and stopped but I didn’t get on. I was still standing there when I heard the explosion. Went up the stairs and out onto the street. Back at Gem Spa the cops were getting into their cars and taking off, fast, lights but no sirens. Heading west. I go east to my place. About two hours later, L pulls up in a borrowed pickup truck. Her friend S riding shotgun. Get in, she says. Gotta go.


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