It’s Ralph again. He’s done his parkour thing and climbed a building. Now he needs to get down. This excerpt from TOO QUIET IN BROOKLYN happens near the end of the book.
Ralph swung his leg over the side and used his abs like his brother showed him and flexed. He looked down. It wasn’t so far and there was dirt near the building. “Fall and roll,” his brother said. “Hit the building going down, like you were walking. Fly down, be a ball and roll.”
So Ralph aimed and stepped and scrunched and rolled. He took the cleats off and looked around. There were no cars. He stayed as close as he could to the walls and moved down the block. Still no traffic and he got to the woman’s neighborhood in a few minutes.
He stayed across the street from her house and hid in the shrubbery and watched the building. He thought she must be inside because he saw lights on in the third floor. Then the lights went off. The walls of her house were good ones for climbing, brick with some metal grippers on it and not too tall. He was glad, because the one next to it was made of boards and much higher. “Boards are no good for climbing,” his brother whispered, “but brick is always good, especially old brick.” Ralph could almost see the grips from here. A light went on in the front room, and he could see a man moving near the window. He crouched lower in the bushes. The time wasn’t right, so Ralph would wait. He knew how to be still and be patient. His brother taught him that.
Photo: Kent Street at Sunset, Greenpoint, Brooklyn. Credit: ChrisGoldNY (Flickr), Creative Commons.