Dan Doctoroff’s efforts to rebuild the city after 9/11 brought him power. A terrible diagnosis brought him peace.
The man pulls the buttoned blue shirt down over his head and waits. His hands, bony, cratered, have lost their strength, so the shirt flutters open at the sleeves and neck. His wife walks into the bedroom. She takes his left hand in hers, and closes the button around his wrist.
“I did succeed in shaving this morning,” says the man.