He went into the oncoming pedestrians, half of them on their phones, and failed to pull his shoulder back, knocking the woman, intent on her messages, sideways. Another was coming right after her, protecting a plastic bag. “What ya got in there?”
“A crystal palace.”
“Looks like some bullshit trophy to me.” “Come on, man, have a heart.” The homeless man was on his knees, hat and sweater askew. “Jesus had a heart for you.” He cut around him and hurried down the stairs to the 5 train.