CHAPTER 19
MONDAY, JUNE 7, 2010
Helen Mayfield sees the reporters waiting for her to come out after her shift. They’re crowding the sidewalk in front of the DMV. The one on Fell Street in San Francisco. She’s dead tired after nine hours on her feet processing vehicle registrations, license applications, renewals and transfers of ownership. She still has to pick up Emma at daycare. They’ll charge her if she’s late. The last thing she wants to do is explain herself.
“I guess you’re some kind of star now, huh, Helen?” the black security guard says, nodding at the press mob.
Helen looks at her. She’s wearing a uniform and dreads that hang to her shoulders. “Can’t you get rid of them?” Helen says.
The guard gives Helen a helpless shrug. “Honey, as long as they stay on the sidewalk there ai
