The Wall
Michelle took him in: he was a tall, broad, thick-necked slab of lean muscle. His gaze had more cleverness than intelligence, but he was sharp, all there. She winked at Amy as they came over to her table, as if to say: "Good job." "Michelle, this is Joseph." "Hi Joseph, pleased to meet you." Pleasantries were exchanged, and small talk initiated. The weather was a little warm for the season, and a thunderstorm had passed through that afternoon. Traffic was no worse than usual, but Joseph had...