It was something we were never good at stopping at, but as the day progressed, we were starting to perfect the technique. Jeremy and I had spent the morning out with my mother and the afternoon together—just the two of us and the city beneath our feet. When Jeremy suggested Hugh drop each of us off at our own places, I couldn’t contain my shock. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. But we showered and changed and met in the middle where we embarked on something called subway roulette. Get on at one stop, pick a number, and get off at that corresponding stop. The rule was we had to find something to do at each stop that neither of us had ever done. We had a blast. We went to the hidden subway station beneath City Hall, we explored the whispering gallery in Grand Central, and we walked through the cemetery behind the Bowery Hotel. Around four, Jeremy asked if he could take me to Brooklyn so he could show me the neighborhood he had grown up in.
