“Sure enough, just as he slid into position, the light changed! Story of my life, he told himself. Every time I think I’m getting someplace, there it goes again—they stop me cold. His fingers drummed impatiently against the steering wheel as he scowled into the headlight glare of the bumper-to-bumper traffic reflected in his rearview mirror. Even before the signal turned green again, his foot hit the gas pedal and he started to swing around the corner. Through the windshield, his eye...s caught a blur of movement, and the sound of a sudden shout mingled with the squeal of brakes as his car halted, barely missing the stream of pedestrians directly in its path along the crosswalk. Bill leaned out of the window to get a better glimpse of their frightened faces as they scurried by. Black faces, of course. “Why don’t you watch where you’re going?” he shouted. The crosswalk cleared and he completed his turn, sliding into the comparative safety of the side street.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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