1.
I watch them intently, fascinated. The short one has stains of spittle on his collar as he spews about obscenities. The taller one scoffs at him blaring yellowing teeth. Then the first punch lands and the heavy gold chain jiggles and moves back as his head falls back almost in slow motion. The taller one takes a step in anticipation of the counter punch. The shorter one stands straight, his eye suddenly swollen but his gelled hair still nicel in place. He is unsteady in his footwork but has not lost his swagger. He smirks and lunges forward with his fist outstretched. Te taller one moves back, grabs his fist and spins him to the ground.
I stand there motionless having made no attempt to stop them.
2.
I walk by the Foyer after I park.The door remains closed. I am illegally parked with two of the side wheels of the car on the side walk. People are gathering on the sidewalk at the La Terrazze to get a drink. On a bench a lonely young African boy sits drinking alone. Ahead of him is the sunset. But the lights have not become bright at Cologny to be seen yet.
