Chapter 9

Still, he stood by. He had to stand somewhere, and as the crowd grew feistier, he began to pick favorites. He’d never been to a cockfight, but he imagined a similar, if smokier, atmosphere. When theBluetooth earpiece business jerk jostled a pregnant mom to cut in line, Shep cheered to see her five-year-old stick her tiny fearless foot under the wheels of his suitcase. Business Jerk dropped the bag, along with a few choice swear words, and Mom herded her harried brood around him. A hipster kid in ahandlebar mustache stopped in his tracks to ‘absent-mindedly’ tap at his phone, infuriating the seat-hungry rabble behind him, but clearing a path for Granny, in her wheelchair, and her slow-moving husband to splash into the otherwise relentless stream.