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image of Jake Green, the swill overseer. Jake had been, for sure, in the meanest of professions, but that was by need. He had a family, and he did what he must to insure their home. Yet, he was well read, no, better read than anybody Marcus had ever encountered. Jake did not waste that free time which evening swill duties provided. Like Einstein working the patent office, or Tennessee Williams working shackled to a shoe factory assembly line, he had his own other agenda. Marcus recalled his total flabbergast when Jake showed up at Charles Darling with a book for him to read. "Hey junior Jazz Man, I got a book for you," holding out his own work - Fury of Justice, Jake Green - an early hint or seed of what would, someday, in his magnum opus of more seasoned writing land a Pulitzer. Even then, Jake had class. Doctor Macaluso never shared how it was that a great philosopher writer, Jake Green, became friends with a mere children's doctor. Mac just let them assume the relationship was a recent one. A bond of swill doesn't play as well. "Jake! What are you doing here?" "This is a public swimming facility?" "Of course. Of course. I just, uh, of course. How did you know.." "Benson. He told me you were curious about the Omega." "You know Washington? Cool." "He's my brother." "Uh... brother.... like a black thing brother, hey brother, uh... my mother's other son brother, a he ain't heavy he's my brother kind of brother, uh.." "We're both waitin' on the scar - brothers." "Scar?" a very long confused pause was followed by a light, "THE OMEGA?" "Insiders call it the scar."