The one on the bottom was a warning: $200 FINE FOR IMPROPER USE OF HANDICAPPED PARKING SPACE. It was almost the rig of an outlaw or a harrier (she had the idea that Jonas, he of the wavery voice, and his two friends might have been both, in other times and other climes) or even a gunslinger. He placed her hand through his arm, then covered it with his own. “Dave,” she whispered.
She was too confused to speak, but Olive seemed to know what she was about, and Susan was grateful for that. It was away from the Drop; it was also away from the oilpatch. And she supposed there were others who could have explained her situation even more crudely. At the very least, they may try to do a half-decent job just to try and get on the good side o’ their parents again.
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