After the ground shook, the morning mist lifted to reveal an inner-city neighborhood.
Cyrus pulled into a parking place in front of Little Dick's Tavern. None of the other shops - Ricky'n Tikky's Tats, Frederick's Funeral Parlor, Barbara's Baby Farming - showed no signs of life. He'd driven to Little Dick's Tavern using a "no left turns" route; three times as long and shorter by 45 minutes. Two black, twenty-something Guido's greeted him with laughs. Their low-hanging jeans and knit caps shook...
Published on May 23, 2010 07:04