Harlem Nocturne

Part 8

True to its nature, the city never slept. It just changed faces. When Harlem walked back home that morning, it was as busy as it had been at night, just more sober. Young men pushed vegetable karts. Laborers slouched by, as keen for this day to end as he was. A little boy sold papers, he even bought one. Clinging on to it like some sort of talisman, he made his way through, lost in thoughts. By the time he got to the Tresspass, he had all but forgotten about Billie. Pretty soon, she was a nothing but a dim memory.