““He recognized his own fear in them, and now that he knows what it looks like he sees it everywhere — in the man who pumps gas across the street, in the teenage girls who stumble down the sidewalk, in the transvestite prostitute who steps forward and back, indecisive, at the intersection while Andres prays for the light to turn green. It is a fear that he can’t get away from, and seeing it in others doesn’t make him feel any safer.””
