Chapter Nine
The Zephyr was parked along the Washington Yard side tracks, delayed while the train was reconfigured with additional sleeper and dining cars, and some high-priority freight cars such as that of the personal touring car of the newly retired Chief Executive and current emeritus chairman of the board, Aloysius Fitzhugh Wellington Sand the third.
Most of the passengers were taken by bus to the luxurious Conrad Hilton Hotel to spend the night as per their ticketing arrangement, while some departed willy-nilly. Kelli was wedged between John and the salt-shaker man on the backseat of a taxi-cab. Her chest was heaving, her mind was buried in shame, and her breath stank of curdled sperm.
Reluctantly she compared the train conductor to her mother’s butcher; maybe she compared him t
