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old. At this advanced age I shouldn't go crazy like some teenager. My own lack of control, even more than that kiss, humiliated me. If I were another kind of man I might have fallen into a heap crying--after downing a fifth of bourbon.
    It was at that exact moment that I realized the depth of my love for Aura. Before then I might have confused my feelings for attraction or deep friendship. But I knew, there on Thirty-fourth Street, that real love had emerged out of my subconscious--and I had waited too long to recognize it.
    The all-purpose bear growled in my breast pocket. I suspected that it was Sam Strange. I had regained enough control to know that I couldn't talk to Rinaldo's legman right then. I would have cursed him and, in doing so, damned myself. So I let the call ring itself out and pushed the door open.
    Halfway to the fourth floor a lion roared. That was Twill's assigned ring.
    "You just about gave your mother an ulcer last night," were my first words. I was relieved to have someone I cared for to talk to.
    "Sorry, Pops," Twill said. "Me an' Bulldog run into these two girls from Belarus and things got kinda hot and heavy."
    "Belarus?"
    "Yeah. That's part a' Russia. I told my girl I was nineteen. Sorry if we worried Moms."
    "Have you called her?"
    "No."
    "Why not?"
    "Because they knew this artist guy out in Southampton and we came out here to spend a couple'a days."
    "Southampton? What about school?"
    "You wanna talk to D?" was his reply.
    "Dad?" Dimitri said on the line.
    "Listen, son," I said, "your brother is on probation. It's against the law for him to leave the borough of Manhattan. What's gonna happen when the school reports him truant?"
    "You could call 'em an' say that he's sick. Tell 'em he got the flu or something. I mean, that would really help us out. And, and, and you could call his social worker, too . . . and explain why he's not at work."
    I couldn't remember the last time my blood-son had used more than a few words when speaking to me. All the rage and shame I felt sunk down under Dimitri's uncharacteristic behavior.
    "You're asking me to lie for you and your brother?"
    "It wouldn't be the first time you lied."
    "What's going on with you, D?"
    "I'm just asking you for this, all right?"
    What could I say? Dimitri hadn't so much as shown a smile in my direction in five years.
    "When are you two coming back home?"
    "Just a few days. I swear."
    "Are you in trouble? Do you need me to come out there and help?"
    "No. It's nuthin' like that. It's just this girl . . . I like her."
    "Okay. I'll make the calls for Twill, and I'll talk to your mother, too. But I need you two to keep in touch with me. You hear?"
    "Uh-huh."
    "I mean it, D. You've got to call me every day."
    "I will. I promise."
    It was the longest conversation I'd had with him since the birds and bees.
    "Put Twill back on."
    "He went outside."

    I THOUGHT I WAS over the worst part about Aura and that kiss, but when I'd stripped down and approached the heavy bag the feeling returned. I worked that leather sack the way I would have liked to have beaten on Aura's pinstriped boyfriend. I threw punches until my knuckles were swollen and even the soles of my feet were slick with sweat. And I kept on until my balance was threatened. I was down on points, in a championship fight, in the last minute of the final round, and refusing to let my body rest.
    I had been at it for nearly twenty minutes when I finally sank to my knees.
    Another cold shower, followed by twelve minutes on the locker room bench, and I was ready to go. I dropped by Gordo's office on the way out. I was so preoccupied coming in that I didn't even say hello to my substitute father.
    But the octogenarian wasn't at his desk. Instead a young cocoa-colored man was sitting there: Timmy "The Toy" Lineman.
    He was a tallish middleweight whose limbs and torso were corded with long and lean muscles, containing no fat at all.
    "Damn, LT," the youngster said. "You go after that bag like you