Chapter 13
Two weeks later Wren was on the Clark Street bus, on his way north to Howard Street, where he had secured a wonderfully promising job as a bagger at the Big C grocery store. Yes, it was quite the bold career move. Mentally he rolled his eyes, wondering for the hundredth time if he had done the right thing when he abandoned his barely started career as an escort.
He stared out the window at the storefronts, restaurants, and bars as the bus headed north, full of commuters just like himself this late summer morning. He felt like he had worked at the grocery store for a lot longer than the fourteen days he actually had, and the days—along with the customers, coworkers, the shelves and bins lined with food—all blurred into one another, seeming like an infinite eternity.
Would he n
