waiting for a train
It was no accident that Celeste looked up from her cell phone at precisely the moment Tim and Rachel broke their embrace to take a breath. Celeste knows where they’re going. Celeste isn’t impressed by their public displays of affection, Rachel’s unatural haircolour and trashy skirt. Celeste smiles to herself as she anticiaptes the inevitable landslide on the Mumbles.
Susan will not forgive Jem, not this time. It’s once too often. He can get his own ipod if he wants to get his rocks off with Primal Scream.