The bus slices through the grid, leaving six way intersections in its
The bus stops and idles. The boy hasn’t seen the sign.
– Harlem Ave, as far as we go, folks.
He has read of this place, on bus signs and route maps. It seemed
– Let’s walk.
His sister says nothing.
At the next stop, he doesn’t bother to look back. They walk on, past the
– I’m tired.
The boy puts her on his back. She feels lighter when Ls turn to Ks.