He comes up behind me and catches my hand again, something sizzling between us as he leads me out into the guarded main entrance in front of huge glass doors onto New York’s busy streets. He nods at the security man sitting behind a marble desk. I recognize the little older man and beam at him because he’s my favorite of the desk clerks and usually only on at night, so I don’t see him often anymore. He’s been here for years, the whole two years Arry has lived here anyway, and I ...