Officer Pittman stared at Thomas for what seemed like a long time. It was as if the policeman was trying to make up his mind about what his next action should be. He sniffed the air, and Thomas realized that he must have smelled. He knew that sometimes street people smelled bad to straights when they didn’t know it. He wondered if Eric would turn up his nose and walk away.
“It’s three o’clock,” Rodriguez said, pointing to his wrist-watch. “It’ll take two hours to process this dude.”
Still Pittman speculated on Thomas. Under that pale-skinned crew cut, the policeman scowled as if there was something important about this roust.
“Come on, man,” Rodriguez said. “He ain’t messin’ with nobody.”
“You got a knife in there, Bruno?”
“No, officer.”
“What about pills? You got pills or pot?”
Thomas thought about the phrase
“I got books,” Thomas offered as if he were a salesman and Pittman a potential customer.
Something about this answer brought a sour twist to Pittman’s lips. For a moment Thomas thought the man might spit on him.
“Get the fuck outta here,” the peace officer said.
A minute later, cops nearly forgotten, Thomas was once again pressing against the invisible force of the wind.
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stopped out front, looking up at the huge edifice of glass and steel. It didn’t look like a home. It didn’t remind Thomas of his childhood friend and brother. Now that he was there, he didn’t know what to do. There was a doorman in the lobby.
He wouldn’t let Thomas just walk in. And a doorman announcing his name would be even worse than a phone call.
So Thomas sat down on the curb looking up at the tower.
He decided that he could wait awhile, and maybe, if he was lucky, Eric would come out of that rotating door and into his brother’s arms.
Pat rol m e n P i t tman and Rodriguez had just stopped at their favorite coffee spot. Rodriguez ordered a dark-roast coffee and Pittman a grande Frappucino made with skim milk, caramel syrup, and chocolate chips. It was their 4:45 lunch hour, and so they sat down and turned their radios to “emergency calls only.”
C h ri st i e was at home by then. She had told Eric that she would marry him, and they were already making plans for the wedding. The long separation from her father would be over.
Minas Nolan and Ahn would certainly come. Eric had wondered if he could somehow find Thomas and share with him his new life of personal denial. Tommy would understand how much Eric was giving up. Tommy understood everything subtle and emotional.
Distraught Drew had gone to his father’s house, completely lost in his grief. He’d never known such pain before.
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clenched into a fist, and everything he’d ever learned or loved sank into the cold ocean of his chest.
Th omas ’s th ou g h t s dri f te d as he sat there. At first he had been nervous about seeing Eric, but now he was visited by a feeling of quiet elation. These moments that he spent waiting were exquisite in their own way — perfect weather, with birds arcing through the sky and people walking and talking up and down the boulevard. It was one of those beautiful instants that get past you if you don’t look. But Thomas was looking. He had nowhere to go and everything to hope for.
While Thomas was having these thoughts, a purple Chrysler drove up and a tall young man climbed out. There was a dark cast to his face and a pained grimace in his expression.
Eric, Christie, and Mona had just gotten into the elevator on the twenty-fifth floor, going down to the street for a walk to the pizza restaurant that Mona loved.
Pittman and Rodriguez were finishing their coffees and ham sandwiches and thinking about going back on the prowl.
Drew stood not six feet from Thomas. After first glances, neither paid heed to the other.
The policemen were in the street, not a block from the Tennyson.
Eric and Christie and Mona entered the lobby. When Thomas saw Eric he stood up and smiled. He would wait patiently for his brother to come out.
Mona dashed for the revolving door, obviously ecstatic about their adventure. Christie came in the next partition, watching after the child and glowing. Eric came last. Just when he was sealed within the glass quarter section, Drew grabbed Thomas’s cart and shoved it into the aperture that Christie had just left.
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“Hey, man!” Thomas grabbed Drew by the shoulder, but with a sweep of his arm the tall young man knocked Thomas to the ground.
He took out his father’s Lugar, and Christie screamed.
