The Dawn Dweller

The garage door is up, and Pierre Zimmerli is sitting on a stool playing a hand of solitaire. This is what he does when he doesn’t have anything else to do. When you get up at 3:30 in the morning, as Pierre does, you have to learn to amuse yourself. He’s already had two cups of coffee — one from home, one from the shop across the street — and a bowl of cold cereal. His first cigarettes have gone up in smoke, and when the mom-and-pops roll up their gates, Pierre will take to the street. Twenty Third is…

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