“Well…if you want to make it to the bus, you need to go sit in the Colored waiting room. Only reason Miss Mary hasn’t spoken up about y’all sittin’ here is the deputies comin’ at seven o’clock.” Pat looked up at the station’s wall clock: It was ten minutes to seven. They had planned to leave on the first bus of the day, so they had arrived early. “We’ll wait outside, then,” Pat said. The stranger shook his head, watching Priscilla stroll across the terminal without a care.
