Funny Shades of Grey--chapter twenty-five
Chapter Twenty-Five " Now can we talk, Ana?" "Sorry, mom," I say. "Gotta go." I make my way to the bus stop, although "bus stop" is a bit of a misnomer. The city of El Paso is building a trolley system it doesn't need for people who don't want it. Today, however, it comes in handy. I sit on the bench and wait for the trolley to make its stop. And I wait. And I wait. I don't know what's taking so long. "It's because the trolley system is still under construction, as in 'not finished yet,'" Christian informs me when I write him on my DingleBerry to complain. And then he writes: Stay where you are. I'll send Crockett right over. And I write back: But I don't know where I'm at. "Not a problem," Christian tells me, and then signs off. Well, I guess I'll be here for an even longer while than I've already been here already. There's no way...