Oct 5, 2020
7 min read
The Sculpture
Only one of them can be free
They met for lunch in a new café a bit north of DuPont Circle, a trendy little place at the edge of the bloodstream of foot traffic, bicycle messengers, and cabs rushing through the arteries of the nation’s capital. Enrico Pirozzi had dressed for it in a bright red button-down shirt and white trousers, but his friend sure could use some of those oxygenated corpuscles. Jules Fabron spent way…
