“There’s always time to be enemies, old man.” “Bruno, someday you’ll die of kindness, tolerance, and gentleness.” “Well, given the options, it isn’t a bad way to go.” I would never forget that moment. I would never forget his long fingers on the keyboard, that tender face under its thatch of hair. When fate finally laid its cards on the table, nothing would have prepared me for the change it signaled: Bruno’s card really must have been drawn from another deck. But then again, fate sometimes does play with its eyes shut.
