The Candy Jungle
I. The third day of the empty street, Ray Donatti walked from Brooklyn Heights to Canarsie and back and found nothing but parked cars with their engines still running and telephones still ringing on kitchen tables and a half-eaten sandwich on a park bench that was still warm. He had been playing football when it happened. That was the thing that stayed with him—the football. They had been...
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