As H’berto S. had not contacted me in the two weeks since my speaking with C’los C., I returned to QPH to talk about NYBD having been locked out of the building. F’cisco recognized me from the barbecue and greeted me, but no higher‐ups were there and K’nt T. was reluctant to give me the superintendent’s number, instead telling me to phone the Bronx location the following day to ask H. therefor, which I thought silly.
Blurry man cleaning his car on 72nd St. (5166–67).