At 6:52, Sofia arrived, huffing with two canvas bags. She was a pastry chef at a French bakery in Berkeley, and the bags smelled of proofing dough and dark chocolate. She folded herself into the back seat, arranging her supplies around her like nesting dolls.
Darnell nodded. He didn't do small talk before 7 AM. Carl respected that. car pool richmond
"Same time?" Carl asked. "Same place?"
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. At 6:52, Sofia arrived, huffing with two canvas bags