Michael didn't argue. He needed help. 'Go outside,' he told Enzo, 'and
stand in front of the hospital. I'll be out in a minute.'
He went back into the dark room and looked down at his father. 'It's all
right, Papa,' he whispered, softly touching his father's grey hair. 'I'll take
care of you now.' He bent down to kiss his father's hand and, when he
looked up, he saw a tear in the corner of his father's eye.
Michael found Enzo outside on the steps in front of the hospital. He
threw Enzo's flowers away, turned up the collar of Enzo's coat and told
him to put his hand in his pocket as if he had a gun. They waited
nervously in the icy cold and dark.