To our left was the shattered storefront of an Egyptian restaurant. The cracks in the glass spread like splayed fingers. The restaurant’s employees were as far away from the door as physically possible. Looking into the restaurant, we could see them huddled together in the back. Oddly, there were no police or news cameras present. Christina and I wondered if the police had been called and just didn’t show. Was all of New York City’s law enforcement trying to save the buried? Or did these Egyptians think calling the cops was as scary as facing a mob of angry men?
