7/8/2023 0 Comments Fear street the confessionHer window and glared at that goddamned school bus. Two cars behind the school bus, Louise Lindenmeyer, office manager, late for work, braked her old gray Volvo. To the left of the bus was a blue Ford van and then one of two islands splitting the road-a staging area for bus passengers Posters of provocative half-naked teens in black and white. To the right of the bus was a shopping mall, a huge one: Bloomingdale's, Nordstrom, the windows papered with large Abercrombie School bus swung out, the four-way hazard lights burned amber, and the vehicle came to a halt. The stop-sign arm at the driver's side of the The traffic light changed to yellow at the intersection of Fourth and Market. Were blacked out, and a hip-hop hit throbbed into the low-lying mist that floated like a silk veil between the sun and San THE OLD CHROME-YELLOW school bus crawled south on Market Street at half past seven that May morning.
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