I chose the safer route. I’m not an i***t. And faster might mean falling. That would be faster, all right.
It was pouring rain, driven nearly sideways by the wind, when I approached the parking lot. Aloud I said, "Light rain or drizzle, was it?"
I stepped out onto the tarmac of the parking lot and stopped short. Drew was still there. He had covered himself in a dark green hooded rain poncho that draped over both himself and the chair, making him look for all the world like some mountain troll waiting to ambush unwary wanderers.
He must have taken his sign to the van and come back to resume this post, because the sign wasn’t beside him, and there was no room for it under the poncho. But why was he still here? His mission here was to use the sign to get people to talk to him so he could c
