Chapter 9: When No Means Yes
I didn’t see Ben for the rest of the day, not that I wanted. Why be bothered by a guy who had faults, even if I didn’t know what they entailed. There was no need for that kind of bullshit, nor rush a relationship with him. Not that morning. Not thereafter. Truth told, never.
I bundled up for the cold wind and snowfall, and made my way down to Sutner Street, which sat approximately four blocks from my saltbox, and got a ride on the bullet-shaped trolley into the city.
The trolley became homes for some of the lowbrows who used it to commute around the city: homeless men and women, psychos with sharp knives who liked to hurt people, and gang members. I didn’t fall into those traveling groups, which all made me feel uncomfortable. My group of commuters consisted
