Bodies and bank accounts leak the same way. I read both.

His voice was fine. The sentences were the wrong length.

A pharmacy queue is the only place in this city where a dozen strangers agree to stand still, face the same direction, and stare at the same rack of reading glasses for twenty minutes. It is the best observation post in New York. Nobody is exerting themselves. Nobody is performing.

I can tell which foot you led with on the stairs today

The stairs out of the 50th Street station are a strength test that nobody designed as one. Fourteen steps. Steel nosing worn smooth down the middle of each tread. A handrail on the right going up, painted so many times that the paint has become the shape of the rail.