connections, narrow turning radii, the extra minutes that made a route unusable for someone working an early shift. I could spend a meeting defending a bus stop on behalf of people I would never meet. Sitting beside Elise, I could not ask a question whose answer concerned my own life.
We parked near the bridge and walked toward the library. The neighborhood had changed around its older bones. Our sandwich shop was now a phone repair business, and a bar we had once considered indispensable had become apartments with balconies
