Chapter 21I wound up wandering around for an hour, slower and slower as my cold shoes drew and lanced blisters at my heels.
I wasn’t the only one waiting for the subway to wake. Among the low-income women with inhumanely early commutes were scattered still-drunken partyers, but a long night had left them largely silent. They huddled in clusters by the vents, clad in silly, short-skirted getups. I studied their pasty, shivering legs, their smeared makeup and the wigs tucked under their arms. I was sober and dressed for work, but really I was the worst of anyone, the bloodiest, most crumpled train wreck.
Just after five, a T official unlocked the station doors, and I shuffled in behind the rest.
I imagined ridiculous things during the trip home.
Badger, waiting for me in the laundromat p
