Morgan asked her cousin, who had arrived from Florida just a few days ago.Angel lowered the volume on the television set and smiled brightly at Morgan. “I like it. I mean all I’ve seen of it so far is Cliffside, but it’s nice.”“It sucks. Especially this town,” responded Morgan. Cliffside Park was a small town nestled in the northeast portion of New Jersey. One could make it into New York City by car, bus, or train in as little as fifteen minutes, barring any traffic on the George Washington Bridge or Lincoln and Holland Tunnels. Due to the ever-growing population and popularity of the town, new homes were forever being built in duplex form so as to accommodate more families within limited space. The older, existing homes were so closely situated that if the neighbors had something to say to each other, all they needed to do was open their side windows, and they could literally touch one another.The entire town had only three school buses, and each one was half full at best.
