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 〃The nurse told me we've got two minutes;〃 Gil offers。 〃How are you feeling?〃
 〃Been better;〃 Charlie says。 〃Been worse。〃
 〃I think your mom's here;〃 Gil replies; still searching for a way to begin。
 Charlie's starting to drift; but manages another smile。 〃She's easy to miss。〃
 〃You're not going to check out on us tonight; are you?〃 Gil asks quietly。
 〃Out of the hospital?〃 Charlie says; too far away now to know how the question was meant。
 〃Yeah。〃
 〃Maybe;〃 Charlie whispers。 〃The food in here〃…he exhales…〃is terrible。〃
 His head falls back onto the pillow just as the leather…faced nurse returns to say our time is up; that Charlie needs his rest。
 〃Sleep tight; chief;〃 Gil says; putting the bouquet on the nightstand。
 Charlie doesn't hear him。 He's already breathing through his mouth。
 As we leave I look back at him; propped up in his bed; swaddled in bandages and guarded by IVs。 It reminds me of ic books I used to read as a kid。 The fallen giant that medicine rebuilt。 The mysterious patient's recovery that amazed local doctors。 Darkness falls on Gotham; but the headlines are all the same。 Today a superhero wrestled with a force of nature and lived to plain about the food。
  
 〃He's going to be okay?〃 Gil asks; when we reach the visitor's parking lot。 The Saab is sitting alone in the lot; its hood still warm enough to have melted the falling snow。
 〃I think so。〃
 〃His chest looks pretty bad。〃
 I don't know what rehab is like for burn victims; but getting used to your own skin again can't be easy。
 〃I didn't think you were going to show up;〃 I tell him。
 Gil hesitates。 〃I wish I'd been there with you guys。〃
 〃When?〃
 〃All day。〃
 〃Is that a joke?〃
 He turns to me。 〃No。 What's that supposed to mean?〃
 We stop just short of the car。 I realize I'm angry at him; angry at how hard it was for him to find anything to say to Charlie; angry at the way he seemed afraid to visit Charlie this afternoon。
 〃You were where you wanted to be;〃 I say。
 〃I came as soon as I heard。〃
 〃You weren't with us。〃
 〃When?〃 he asks。 〃This morning?〃
 〃This whole time。〃
 〃Jesus。 Tom 。 。 。〃
 〃You know why he's in there?〃 I say。
 〃Because he made the wrong decision。〃
 〃Because he tried to help。 He didn't want us going into Taft's office alone。 He didn't want Paul to get hurt in the tunnels。〃
 〃What do you want; Tom? An apology? Mea culpa。 I can't pete with Charlie。 That's the way he is。 That's the way he's always been。〃
 〃That's the way you were。 You know what Mrs。 Freeman said to me in there? The first thing she brought up? Stealing the clapper out of Nassau Hall。〃
 Gil runs his fingers through his hair。
 〃She blames me for that。 She always has。 You know why?〃
 〃Because she thinks Charlie's a saint。〃
 〃Because she can't believe you're the kind of person who ever would've done something like that。〃
 He exhales。 〃So what?〃
 〃You are the kind of person who would've done something like that。 You did do that。〃
 He seems unsure what to say。 〃Does it occur to you that maybe I'd had half a dozen beers that night before I ran into you guys? Maybe I wasn't thinking straight。〃
 〃Or maybe you were different then。〃
 〃Yes; Tom。 Maybe I was。〃
 Silence falls。 The first dimples of snow are forming on the hood of the Saab。 Somehow; the words amount to a confession。
 〃Look;〃 he says; 〃I'm sorry。〃
 〃For what?〃
 〃I should've gone in to see Charlie the first time。 When I saw you and Paul。〃
 〃Forget it。〃
 〃I'm stubborn。 I've always been stubborn。〃
 He emphasizes always; as if to say; Look; Tom; some things haven't changed。
 But everything has changed。 In a week; a day; an hour。 Charlie; then Paul。 Now; suddenly; Gil。
 〃I don't know;〃 I tell him。
 〃You don't know what?〃
 〃What you've been doing all this time。 Why everything is different。 Jesus; I don't even know what you're doing next year。〃
 From his hip pocket Gil produces his key fob and unlocks the doors。
 〃Let's go;〃 he says。 〃Before we freeze to death。〃
 We stand in the snow; alone in the hospital parking lot。 The sun has nearly slipped off the edge of the sky; introducing darkness; giving everything the texture of ashes。
 〃Get in;〃 he says。 〃Let's talk。〃
 
 Chapter 25
 
 That night I got to know Gil again for the first time; probably also the last。 He was almost as charming as I remembered: funny; interested; smart about the things that mattered; smug about the things that didn't。 We drove back to the room; Sinatra playing; conversation somehow never faltering; and before I could even ask what I was going to wear to the ball; I opened the door to my bedroom and found a tuxedo waiting for me on a hanger; pressed and spotless; with a note clipped to the plastic garment bag。 Tom…If this doesn't fit; you've shrunk。 …G。 In the midst of everything else; he'd found time to bring one of my suits to a rental shop and ask for a tux of matching size。
 〃My dad thinks I should take some time off;〃 he says; answering my question from before。 〃Travel for a while。 Europe; South America。〃
 It's strange to remember someone you've known all along。 It isn't like returning to the home you grew up in and noticing how it left its shape on you; how the walls you've raised and the doors you've opened since then have all followed the design you saw for the first time there。 It's closer to returning home and seeing your mother or sister; who are old enough not to have grown since you last saw them but young enough not to have aged; and realizing for the first time how they look to everyone else; how beautiful they would be if you didn't know them; what your father and brother…in…law saw when they judged them most and knew them least。
 〃Honestly?〃 Gil says。 〃I haven't decided。 I'm not sure my dad's one to give advice。 The Saab was his idea; and that was a mistake。 He was thinking about what he would've wanted at our age。 He talks to me like I'm someone else。〃
 Gil was right。 He is no longer the freshman who let pants fly above Nassau Hall。 He's more careful than that; more circumspect。 You would see him and think he was world…wise; self…involved。 The natural authority in his speech and his body language is more pronounced now; a quality that Ivy has cultivated。 The clothes he wears are quieter by a shade; and his hair; which was always just long enough to be noticed; never seems tousled now。 There is a science behind it; because you never notice when it's been cut。 He's put on a touch of weight; which makes him handsome in a different way; a hint more staid; and the little affectations he brought from Exeter…the ring he wore on his pinky finger; the stud he wore in his ear…have quietly disappeared。
 〃I figure I'll wait until the last minute。 I'll decide during graduation…something spontaneous; something unexpected。 Maybe bee an architect。 Maybe get back into sailing。〃
 Here he is; changing into his clothes; taking off his wool pants in front of me; not realizing what a perfect stranger I am; a person this version of himself has never met。 I realize I'm probably a stranger to myself; that I've never been able to see the person Katie waited for all night last night; the newest model; the up…to…the…minute me。 There is a riddle here somewhere; a paradox。 Frogs and wells and the curious case of Tom Sullivan; who looked in a mirror and saw the past。
 〃Man walks into a bar;〃 Gil says; returning to an old standby。 〃pletely naked。 And there's a duck sitting on his head。 The bartender says; 'Carl; there's something different about you today。' The duck shakes his head and says; 'Harry; you wouldn't believe it if I told you。' 〃
 I wonder why he chose that joke。 Maybe he's been getting at the same point this entire time。 We've all been talking to him as if he were someone else。 The Saab has been our idea of him; and it was our mistake。 Gil himself is something unexpected; something spontaneous。 An architect; a sailor; a duck。
 〃You know what I was listening to on the radio the other day?〃 he asks。 〃After Anna and I broke up?〃
 〃Sinatra。〃 But I know it's wrong。
 〃Samba;〃 he tells me。 〃I was scanning through the stations and WPRB was playing a Latin set。 Something instrumental; no voices。 Great rhythm。 Amazing rhythm。〃
 WPRB。 The

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