Framed concert posters on one wall—the Beatles, Thelonious Monk, Otis Redding, Leonard Cohen, Billie Holiday.
A bookshelf packed with hardcover books, with an entire shelf of comics in plastic sleeves.
And on his bedside table, next to a stack of books, the Iron Man. I picked it up, turned it over in my hands.
The plastic was cracked on the back of one leg, revealing a hollow space, but the arms and legs still turned.
“Careful,” he said from behind me. “You’re holding the only physical item I actually love.”
I put the Iron Man down and spun around. “Sorry,” I said. “Iron Man and I have been through some serious shit together,” he said.
“I have to tell you a secret,” I said. “I’ve always thought Iron Man was kind of the worst.”
Davis smiled. “Well, it was fun while it lasted, Aza, but our friendship has come to an end.”
I laughed and followed him down the stairs. “Rosa, can you stay until I get back?”
“Yes, of course,” she said. “I’ve left you some chicken chili and salad for dinner in the fridge.”
“Thanks,” Davis said. “Noah, my man, I’ll be back in twenty minutes, cool?” “Cool,” Noah said, still in outer space.
As we walked toward Davis’s Cadillac Escalade, which Daisy was leaning against, I asked, “Was that your housekeeper?”
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