The Street Lawyer
“Home was an empty attic, not much larger than any three of the cubbyholes at the Samaritan House. Home was a bedroom with no bed, a living room with cableless TV, a kitchen with a card table and no fridge. I had vague, distant plans to furnish and decorate.Sofia left promptly at five, her standard hour. Her neighborhood was rough, and she preferred to be home with the doors locked at dark. Mordecai left around six, after spending thirty minutes with me discussing the day. Don’t stay too late, h...e warned, and try to leave in pairs. He had checked with Abraham Lebow, who planned to work until nine, and suggested we leave together. Park close. Walk fast. Watch everything.“So what do you think?” he asked, pausing by the door on the way out.“I think it’s fascinating work. The human contact is inspiring.”“It’ll break your heart at times.”“It already has.”“That’s good. If you reach the point where it doesn’t hurt, then it’s time to quit.”“I just started.”“I know, and it’s good to have you.MoreLess
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