*Michael*

I felt New York City’s oppressive air even before we landed. Not that I didn’t like the city, but after spending time in the open, tropical air, the concrete ocean was stifling. It was also raining, and a light fog hung suspended over the towering buildings.

A car was already waiting for me at the landing strip, and before long, we were stuck in the usual city traffic. I was heading straight to Bruce’s apartment and then back to the ...