Chapter 109
Scooter tuned that out, taking a few minutes to gawp out the tinted windows. He’d obviously seen New York City in countless movies and television shows—the most familiar skyline in the world, he’d heard it called. The sky itself seemed…very far away. Home to eight and a half million people…Jesus. Scooter ran his hand through his hair, feeling weirdly small and insignificant. Andy’s hand was warm in his, and Scooter summoned up a quick grin. “So, how long’s it take t’ get anywhere in this mess?”
Andy snorted. “In a car? You remember that day there was an accident just on the other side of the roadwork in the middle of the summer? It’s like that, only every single driver is also an entitled prick.”