Summer arrives, and the city expands.Not physically. The same streets, the same buildings, the same grid that has been here since before anyone living can remember. But summer changes the quality of everything inside the grid. People come outside. Voices carry differently in warm air.Clinton Hill in summer is the neighborhood at its loudest.I walk home from the subway on a Thursday evening in the second week of July, and the boulevard is at full capacity. Children on bikes. People sitting on stoops.I stop outside the building and look up at the apartment windows.I know Samuel is home when the light is on in the second bedroom studio.He is cooking something that smells extraordinary, looks complicated, and involves a pan he has not used before, which appears to require his complete attention.He does not look up when I come in.“Diane,” he says.“The company filed the first compliance report,” I say.“And?” he says.“Clean,” I say. “Every benchmark. All five women are still in th
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