14. He was standing on the busy sidewalk. He was looking straight up. They were building a high‐rise at 32nd Street and 6th Avenue. It had hundreds of huge glass windows. A crane was lifting a dumpster. The dumpster was about 20 feet in the air. He watched it rise. What if the cable broke? The dumpster would drop like a rock. How many people on the sidewalk would it injure? Something rolled over his foot. He looked down. A woman said, "Oh, I'm sorry. Are you okay?" She was pulling her grocery cart. "No problem," he said. He went back to watching the dumpster. "What's so interesting?" she asked. She looked up, too. Then he smelled something foul. It was cigarette smoke. She had lit a cigarette. He couldn't believe it. He was there first. It was his space. He walked away. Maybe it will drop on her, he thought. 2.0