Chapter 36
Karl held the handle on the trolley, trying his best to keep from recoiling every time another person brushed up against him. He'd only been away from this sort of crowd for a few days, less than a week. But he felt like he was surrounded and hemmed in on all sides.
He glanced at Loretta, sitting a few rows down from him. She seemed to be more at ease in all this fuss and noise, not less. He'd have to ask what her secret was.
He watched the tall, colorful houses rolling by, wondering how he'd ever felt comfortable living in one of them. They very nearly rubbed shoulders as much as Karl was right now. He doubted a good, fresh wind could really get going in such close quarters, much less the heavy, wet breezes around Gemma's house.
Something about the peace in those mountains,
