Suddenly there was another jump-me-exactly-where-I-needed-to-go-anyway jump although it always freaked him out when he was jumped into a moving vehicle. Salvador was halfway down a small fir-lined Siset street and managed to bring his car back from its panic wobble. He was still lingering in an alternative place where Jemma would have just come out of the restrooms in Triskell and they’d now be ruining some room at the Emmerton Hotel but this was exactly where he needed to be, San Juan Elementary, Jemma’s school, Ashlen’s school.
The school was Siset street’s principal occupant, nestling into the end of it. The oak trees embraced the little school and there were lemon trees and a small chilling out field, a perfect setting for keeping tiny people comfortable while they get infused with hu
