A man with a mop tells us to get back, everyone back!” We take baby steps. I take only  one half of one baby step and bend over to examine the wet cement, what’s in the wet pools is glass and sawdust – “look” I tell Debbie, squeezing her hand – “it’s like diamonds.” It’s also like vomit , but I keep this observation to myself.
The man is sprinkling sawdust, sweeping blood and little glass squares that look like diamonds and vomit into a big pile.

“Are you going to put that in the garbage” Debbie asks the man.

“Yes.  Get back.”

I think about the garbage at my house:  Moulded bread, gallon milk jugs, potato peelings. The garbage in front of Neil Williams' apartment will be filled with blood and glass but it will look like all the other garbage.