Your… Your leg


I don’t want you to work for me. Us working together would be… it would destroy my marriage, my life. The way I loved you was consuming. And eventually… you hold the carrot, I’ll be chasing you. I have a family now. A life that… a life I want. I don’t want you to work for me. I don’t want you to work for me. I want you to take over for me. I’m leaving. Edra’s parents are in Milan and she wants to be closer to them. She has made so many sacrifices for me and now, I think it’s time for me to do the same for her. I have been wanting to leave for a while now, but I just haven’t been able to find anyone I was willing to give the institute to, until now. […] This place is yours, Cristina, if you want it. Do you?

“You can tear the buildings down, and run folks out of town, and spin your tales of heroism. Billionaires come, and billionaires go. Names change, streets are bulldozed, neighborhoods divided, but these coordinates remain the same. Change is great, destruction ain’t. When the name becomes Atlantic/Housing Way we might sing a sweeter tune. You can call it the Barclay’s whatever, but

I’m Still Calling it Atlantic Avenue Pacific Street!”