Galen entered Washington Square at the opposite side from his destination. From where he stood, he could see most of the park, including the memorial. There were families around, of course—parents watching their children in the playground. Several people were walking or running on the paths, some with dogs—despite the sign saying no dogs allowed, which always amused him.
Homing in on the area around the memorial, he saw several people studying the discs with the faces of HIV-infected individuals cast in glass, or the paving bricks in front of it, each engraved with the name of an AIDS victim. None of those people was Marc, however.
Galen found a seat on one of the benches close to the memorial, wondering if Marc really planned on joining him.
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