Part 2
The bus is late. Seven minutes late, according to the clock on the wall above the ticket counter, but Vince thinks that’s not quite right. There are bars around the clock, like the one back in his high school gym, which makes him wonder if anyone’s ever fiddled with it or replaced the batteries. Clocks lose time. They need to be adjusted one minute ahead or two back, Vince knows how that goes. His mom got him a noisy wind-up alarm clock for his dorm room and it’s always off, always. Every morning it gains a minute or two. One of these days he’s going to sleep right through an early class because of it. “You have to wind it every night,” his mom says, like he isn’t a freshman in college, on scholarship, much less. He knows how to wind a f*****g clock. The damn thing loses time just
