“Responsibility. Justice. It’s our job to enforce the rules, but I don’t know sometimes, you know? Not every rule feels just. I mean, I feel grateful for the opportunity, and what we do every day is good for City Two and Geogen. But, um,” LaMesha said. She flipped to her side and pressed her face against the wall.
“Mayor Tracey, she’s so kind. And I’m appreciative of her, but okay.” She paused. “There were so many chances where, well, um. Let me start over. I’m rambling. Remember when we skipped like a month’s worth of practice? Tracey didn’t report us. And we got our IDs back. But what if she didn’t do that? We wouldn’t be here right now.”
She waited for a response, but DaMarko didn’t say anything. LaMesha sat up and hugged her pillow. She sighed and feared that her thoughts weren’t making sense to him. She shook self-consciously about the incriminating words. That the persona would slip with each babbling noise. LaMesha still had her work clothes on; she tossed the pillow to the side and took off her boots; she continued to talk to the silent bunk above her.
