"Sorry, sorry, the 74 didn't come," she panted, yanking the rear door open and squeezing in beside Sofia. The car sank an extra inch.
But they knew. The way you know things in a car at 7 AM. The shared weight of a glance, the way someone's hand tightened on a seatbelt when a highway patrol car slid past.
Darnell nodded. He didn't do small talk before 7 AM. Carl respected that.
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