Near his home, he undoes the top two buttons of his shirt and sticks his right hand snugly under his left arm, in the armpit, and pushes down on his knuckles. At first the pressure makes him wince, but then the warmth is soothing. When he reaches his stoop he sits down and throws his head back and finds himself for the first time in ages looking up at a sky full of stars.

                   
 

 he cursed the driver told him to go find a reflection in his lost name