Harry finally looked at Jack, his face a mask of pain, his eyes glazed over.

Jack cupped Harry’s face in his two hands. “What, Harry? Are you sick? If you don’t tell me what’s wrong, I can’t help you. Jesus Christ, Harry, will you please tell me what’s going on here?”

Harry licked his dry lips and then looked square at Jack. “Someone stole my dojo, Jack. The bank foreclosed. They came this morning and kicked me out. Then they stretched the tape, and I’m not allowed to go in. They put new locks on the doors.”

“What?” Jack’s screech could be heard for blocks.

“I went to the bank this morning about the loan to remodel the dojo, and that’s when I found out. The bottom line is that my identity was stolen, and the person who did it ran up all kinds of bills, ruined my credit, took out two equity loans they didn’t pay on. They cleaned out my bank accounts, savings and checking. I have seventeen bucks in my pocket, Jack. I’m homeless. They don’t know about the Ducati. If they did, they’d come and take it. I didn’t know what to do or say, so I just left the bank. I’ve been sitting here for hours. I can’t even go inside to get my stuff. That’s why I’m still wearing this stupid suit.”

Jack lowered himself to the curb and put his arm around his friend’s shoulders. “Listen to me, Harry. We’re going to make this right. We are. I’m going to call the mountain, and the girls will be on this like white on rice. By the way, Charles is back. That’s why I came here. I knew something was wrong when you didn’t call and stood me up for lunch. Why the hell didn’t you call me, Harry? Give me one reason why. Just one, Harry.”

Harry hung his head. “I was ashamed.”

“Bullshit! If that happened to me, you would be the first person I’d call.”

“It’s hard to make phone calls when you’re crying and can’t talk. Yeah, I bawled my eyes out. My whole life is gone, Jack. Gone!”

“Only for the moment. We’ll make it right, Harry. I need you to believe that. Now, let’s go around back and break into the dojo and get your stuff. You’re moving in with me till we can get a handle on all of this.”

“They told me not to go near the building, or they’d lock me up. I wouldn’t do well in jail, Jack.”

“Okay, you sit here, and I’ll do the breaking and entering. No one told me I couldn’t go near the building. My stuff is in there, and I damn well want it. Tell me what you want, what you can’t live without.”

Harry flapped his hands in the air. “My personal stuff. There isn’t that much.”

“We need Lizzie!” Jack said as he scooted under the CAUTION tape and raced around to the back door. He eyed the padlock with disdain before he gave the door a kick that sent it flying off the hinges. He walked in and headed straight for Harry’s apartment on the second floor. He looked around. The word “spartan” came to mind. He got to work quickly, shoving clothes into a bag he found in the closet. He picked up two pictures of Yoko and added them to the pile. He cleaned out the dresser drawers and collected Harry’s bathroom gear. When he was finished he had three bags filled to overflowing. “Not much, my ass,” he muttered.