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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