Chapter 163

AN OLD FRIEND
My tour around the crowd that is still standing still takes a minute as the figure appears in the multitude. The people are still standing on their spots, umnoving even after the division in the name of Robby or Jerry has disappeared from their sight. They must be wondering who this new girl in the ghetto is that is making so much noise. I have that son of a bitch to thank for that.
All the same, him aside, because I hope with all that he has between respect and humanity, he will never show his face to me again. In the meantime, whom in heaven do we have here?