“You think it’s ever gonna be sunny again?” Rey grumbled, scanning the pewter-gray sky. With a scowl, she took a sip of club soda and sat back in the sturdy, padded chair.
She, Linda, Petey, and I were sitting by a tall narrow window in a small bustling restaurant filled with scents of herbs, grilled foods, and fried saimin and rice. It smelled, in a word, scrumptious. We were enjoying grilled sea scallops and deep-fried green beans. It was five and many people finishing the workday were hastening along King Street, ready to jump into cars and buses.
“Holy moley,” Rey all but shrieked, pointed, and laughed. “That dude’s super eager to start the party early.”
superWe watched a young businessman in an egg-white suit wave a slim leather briefcase as he chased a bus that had just closed its
