“There were a lot of people on the platform.”
“I have no idea what all those people are doing here, or the ones in the tents.”
“My father said something about people fleeing the drought and that they couldn’t afford the train south.”
Viki nodded, staring at the ensemble of tents. “Ah. There is the bus.”
A dusty, ochre-yellow vehicle entered the square. It didn’t slow down much, and pedestrians and animals alike scurried out of its way. It turned in a circle around the tent camp, and stopped in front of the station entrance. Many people in the camp had gotten up and were making their way to where the bus had stopped.
Were they all passengers, too? Lana felt ill. It was so hot and muggy here, and with all those people in the bus, it would be terrible. They would be smelly, too.
The bus
