The train ride to work next Friday morning was somehow less congested than usual, giving Zeenia the chance to sit down instead of standing next to the doors. As the train lurched forward she pulled out her cell phone and did her morning ritual of responding to the previous night's text messages. Yana had left a spate of them, declaring she was done with Imara for good; Imara too left a spate of them as well, begging Zeenia to "talk sense into Yana." Zeenia told them both to just shut up.
Only one stop was remaining before Michigan Station-11th street, and Zeenia was glad of it. At least it would give her an excuse to not have to respond to more of those foolish text messages. The train stopped at Carroll Avenue, to let a swarm of passengers off and more on, including a young man who had n
