k shoes is a speci

on, when the car doors opened across the street and I real

n and quick, with a phone pressed to his ear. Neither of them hurried, and that

lled, almost friendly. "Hey.

name. I'd just said it

ra

this block every Tuesday for eight months, carrying Marta's grocery list to the fish market, and I knew it the way you know a floor you've s

ar, and my uniform clung to me like a second, colder skin. Behind me

my brain did the thing it al

was alre

ights off before Dante said a word about the street or the river or the morning. Nobody parks

eel for six years. Dante had put on a show for three hundred people and sent his dogs out t

re past him he said, "Hey-" and then, because he was nineteen and wise in the ways of people running from things, "N

and between two of them there was a gap just wide enough for a girl who'd skipped dinner for mos

tsteps

ur. And underneath the numbers, uninvited, I saw Dante Moretti's hands at the gala, shaking just

aces. The thin man. I smelled his cologne, something sweet and expensive

He said morning." Another pause, and when he spoke aga

Then: "Un

he second man's heavier tread joined them. I heard the wide one sa

annoyingl

the silver hair and the glass of champagne he never drank. The kind old

ing. Rossi s

anything yet. A man who'd raised Dante could be forgiven for finishing a job early, I told myself. A

t belie

ollars in my shoe, no coat, no phone, and nobody in this city who knew my real name except the pe

H & FOLD. O

yellow and warm, and somewhere inside a dryer was going round and

shed through the staff door, because I'd learned

warm lint. At the far end, an old woman sat at the folding counter with a stack of sheets and an unlit cigarette in the corner of her mouth. Silve

s. One cabinet in the corner with

," I wh

ard the cabinet. Then s

nd through the crack in the door I watched the old woman snap a sheet in the ai

er the fron

ets. One hea

ly voice I'd just heard in the