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THE SUN PASSED PLENTY of time in the sky as Ray made his way from Echo Park into Mid-City. It was already a long trek without transportation and the laceration in his arm had begun to ache, adding effort to every step. Whenever he had the chance to find a public restroom, he stopped in and took a look at the dressing, a difficult task with his forearm bound to his chest. The dust made from Ernie’s hand had reduced swelling and prevented infection, but did nothing to dull the continuing pain. He had to be careful in his range of motion to make sure he didn’t split the scab or pop the meager stitches De had put in for him. It was no wonder her miracle powder went for as much cash as it did. He’d never had such good care at the public hospital.
Even with the address he’d coaxed
