The bus pulled to a stop at Lamar’s apartment complex and Stacy was already stepping down to the curb before he realized where he was. He stopped on the last step and remembered he had been going to Ange’s. Hadn’t he? For a moment he considered climbing back on board, taking the bus out to his friend’s, but that was down a ways and he didn’t think he had another dollar for the fare. When he glanced at his watch, he was surprised to see it was almost one o’clock already—Ange would get home before Stacy could show up anyway. “On or off, kid,” the bus driver growled behind him, jiggling the doors. “I ain’t got all day.”
Stacy glared over his shoulder but no scathing reply came to mind. His brain seemed dulled, drugged even, and his feet moved on their own accord, taking the last step and wal
