Chapter 11
Jesse and Solomon lay side by side on the floor of the cloakroom. When he looked at her she put her fingers over his lips and closed her eyes. Both remained silent and listened to the traffic on East 29th Street.
"I know who you really are," she said at last, her eyes still closed.
"Who am I really?"
"You share a room with Utica Phillipson at NYU." She opened her eyes.
"Oh no," Solomon said softly. "I told him I had found a job. And he told you. Right?"
"Yes," she answered. "Utica told me. He talked to me about you so often that I was intrigued. Utica is so angry in general, at everybody and at everything. He expects so much of people. I decided to come and see for myself. If you hadn’t come on to me, I would have come on to you. I think you’re his first real friend, apart
