Connor moves his mind in rhythm to the speed of his travel, his thoughts whirl round, the city scene flows by his eyes. That’s all it is though, a passing. He keeps counting. He’s made seven hundred fifty-eight steps since he stepped off the bus.
He feels best swinging in his hammock home below the trees. The hammock’s sway copies a rocking cradle, and he feels a child again there, a kid in a twenty-four-year-old body.
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Everyone’s queued up in the cafe, a string line of heads, some with hats, waiting. It’s a fairly conventional straggle and Drew stands with it. Good to have some order. The line’s almost out the door. Lights fall bright around him, with invisible music. Something by the Soul Twisters. He feels a huge space above him, compared to his regular quarters. His official security man Cody stands assertive and blocks the view ahead.
Olivia squeezed the handle of her wheelchair so hard the veins stood out on her bony wrists.
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