Gloria smiled, she was sitting on one of two benches just outside the police station when I walked out. She had two blessed cups of black heaven, one in either hand. She was the last person I expected to see this morning. Gloria wore upper-thigh length, fashionably ripped shorts, a gray tank top and a sleeveless denim over-shirt without buttons. She tapped the ground with her dark flats, stood up, and handed me a coffee. “You're a life saver,” I said. “Least I can do. I saw them tow your car and figured you might need a ride out of here.” “I can call for a driver.” I said between warm sips of coffee. With a little caffeine in me I almost felt human again. “I don't want to keep you from the Rocket.” “No such luck, I'm afraid.” Gloria shrugged and started for her car in the larger-than-necessary parking lot. “You happened to get arrested before my one day off a week.”
