Kenneth Bernoska

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Inside, the bus stretched in twin rows of empty brown seats. Priscilla started to slide into the white-only seating in the third row, but Pat tapped her shoulder and nodded for her to keep walking to the back of the bus. The deputies were watching through the windows for the first chance to put hands on them, and it was too soon. Not now, Pat told her sister with her eyes. Not yet.
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