Sax Man

(Previous installment)

On this day he did notice the building, looking past the white-shirted workers streaming through the revolving doors into the soaring atrium and toward the white-clothed restaurant. As thoughts of Smitty drifted from his mind, his thoughts returned to the busboys, catching one last glimpse of them busying themselves inside before they disappeared from sight as he moved past. The tower going up meant Smitty was out of work, Henry thought, but at least it meant jobs for these other guys. And who could even say Smitty was out of work? It was a big parking company he worked for, and there were still plenty of surface lots around that needed attendants like him. So maybe Smitty was still all right.

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