Five-thirty in the morning was a surprisingly busy time in this diner, tucked under the elevated trains not far from Rafi’s apartment. He came here several times a week and had gradually become a part of the pre-dawn brotherhood. Early on he’d polished his English, joining the motley assembly for...
Mac muttered under his breath as he pulled a few more leaves off the stems he held in his hand. Picking wildflowers had seemed like a pretty good idea earlier in the morning as he drank a second cup of coffee strong enough to peel paint and let the memories of the night before wash over him, his ...