We’re close enough to the bus that the light reflecting off its sides turns the air around us yellow. “Wow.” I gawk at its sheer size and feel my heart begin to flutter. It’s here. It’s cool and it’s real and it’s huge and it’s mine. “Think this thing has a speaker for Jane Eyre?” I ask. “I love that that’s where your mind went.” Matt opens the door and gestures for me to go inside. “After you.”
