We pay with our card and get out of there, a paper bag for each of us. We walk through the walls of Christmas trees. These ones seem to be sold by Muslims. People are buying them like hot cakes. They’re doing better business here than at the area on my way to work. But, what do you expect? It’s right next to Trader Joes in this more gentrified part of town.
In the subway, Musette pulls the game out of the bag and looks at it. I tell her, don’t do that, because I don’t want people to see it and mark it as a pick pocketing target. There is a black man wearing headphones sitting next to us that I am worried about. She puts the game back in the bag. The train comes. We ride home. Nobody steals it.