Chapter 43

Tom said, “Noah, you seem to have tuned us out. What’s going on, are you distracted by all the eye candy around us?”

“Don’t be silly,” Noah said. “I’ve been watching the people in the restaurant, and I wondered is everybody in this place gay?”

“Probably ninety-five percent of the customers and one hundred percent of the help are,” William said.

“Yeah,” Henry said, “this is Greenwich Village, after all.”

Later, as they were walking back along the side streets to Sixth Avenue, Noah said, “How do people live in this place?”

“Whatever do you mean?” Tom said.

“Look at the buildings along this street,” Noah said. “Based on the mailboxes and buzzers at their doors, there must be five or six apartments in some of them. The buildings can’t be much more than one or two rooms wide, and some of them only have three floors, so those apartments must be tiny.”

“That they are,” William said, “and you wouldn’t believe how much rent people are willing to pay in order to live in them.”