seen Steelheart bleed.It happened ten years ago; I was eight. My father and I were at the First Union Bank on Adams Street. We used the old street names back then, before the Annexation.The bank was enormous. A single open chamber with white pil-lars surrounding a tile mosaic ﬂoor, broad doors that led deeper into the building. Two large revolving doors opened onto the street, with a set of conventional doors to the sides. Men and women streamed in and out, as if the room were the heart of some enormous beast, puls-ing with a lifeblood of people and cash.I knelt backward on a chair that was too big for me, watching the ﬂow of people. I liked to watch people. The different shapes of faces, the hairstyles, the clothing, the expressions. Everyone showed so much
back then. It was exciting.