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fanning herself with it.  “That’s awfully severe, don’t you think?”
    “Who gives a shit?  He’s a bum, for Christ’s sake.”
    “Oh how charming.”  Eden tossed the magazine aside.  “So warm and kind, you know?  Why do you have to be so cruel to him?”
    “What the hell is it with you and this guy?”
    “What are you talking about?”
    Jeff stood up.  “Why are you so interested in him?  It’s constant.”
    She watched him a moment then began to laugh.  “Are you jealous ?”
    “What is your fascination with him?”  She balked, but he could tell he’d hit a nerve.  “There are lots of homeless people in the city, why is he  so special?”
    “I’m a compassionate person, sorry if that offends you.”
    “No, there’s more to it and you know it.”
    “Oh no, you found out!” she said, eyes wide.  “We’re fuck buddies!”
    “You think this shit’s funny?”
    “Yeah,” she said, laughing again, “I do, actually.”
    He waved her off.  “OK, whatever, no sense in discussing it then.”
      “I don’t know what your problem is tonight,” she said, “but I find deliberate cruelty revolting.  Especially in someone I love.  I’m going to bed.  Goodnight.”
    “Wait, I—look, I don’t mean to be cruel, OK?  I’m sorry, you know I’m not really like that, it—it’s just that I’ve got other things to worry about right now.  I’m focused on us , on our life.  I’ve been under a lot of stress lately and—”
    Someone in the lobby downstairs buzzed their apartment.  With Jeff following close behind, fearful it might be Hope or one of his associates, Eden went to the intercom just inside the front door and pressed the button.  “Yes?”
    “Eden!” a man’s frantic voice answered.  “Let me in!  Please, let me in!”
    “I’ll be a sonofabitch.” Jeff recognized the voice immediately.  “You have got  to be kidding me.”
    “Please Eden!  You can help me, please— please —help me, let me in!”
    She glanced guiltily at Jeff, unsure of what to say.
    “Please!  Let me in!  I don’t belong out here!”
    “I’m sorry,” she said softly.  “I can’t.”
    When the intercom fell silent, Jeff ran for the bedroom and looked out the window.  The homeless man had already begun to drift down the street, looking back over his shoulder at the apartment every few steps.
    When Jeff turned from the window he found Eden standing behind him in the doorway.  “How the hell does he know your name?”
    She sat at the foot of the bed, hands in her lap.  “When I left for work this morning he was out on the steps.  He told me his name was Ernie Graham, so I told him my name too, all right?”
    “No, it’s not all right.  Are you insane?”
    “I can’t believe you’re acting like this.  It’s ridiculous.”
    “Not gonna argue that one with you.  The guy just buzzed our apartment and expected you to let him in.  If that doesn’t qualify as ridiculous nothing does.”
    “I said no  didn’t I?”
    “Eden, listen to me.  We know nothing about this man.  He could have a criminal record, he could be dangerous.  Do you understand?”
    “Yes, I’m familiar with English.  Stop talking to me like I’m a child.”
    Jeff steadied himself.   Breathe … stay calm …  “I know you mean well and you’re only trying to be kind, OK?  I get it.  But you don’t make friends with deranged homeless guys that live on the front steps of the building.”
    “He’s not deranged.”
    “How do you know?”
    “OK, I admit I have sort of a soft spot for him.”  She threw her arms in the air.  “He just—I don’t know what it is—I know it sounds crazy but it’s almost like I know him somehow.  For some reason I feel especially  sorry for him.  Maybe it’s some sort of spiritual connection, or a higher power is trying to tell me something, who knows?”
    He stared at her, mouth gaping.
    “He’s just a lost soul, Jeff, not a serial