~Alice Walker A few days later Joe and I both step outside of our homes at the same time, with our bags slung over our shoulders, ready for our next two-day stint at the station. The sun hasn’t been up for long and everything still has a quiet blue cast leftover from the night. I give him a wave and he smiles as he climbs on his bike. I follow him all the way to the station, appreciating the ease with which he handles his bike. I pull in the lot and park next to him. “You ready?” “I’m always ready.” He grins. “Is that so?” I laugh and shove him playfully to the side. “So what am I supposed to be ready for?” “Our sensitivity training today.” I roll my eyes. “Not like I’d ever need that. I’m just a big, mushy marshmallow on calls.” “Sure you are. Is that why they call you T. Rex?” “Hey, don’t you start!” I pout. He pushes me back. “Just kidding.” We’re about to go inside the station when I notice two of our guys standing on the edge of the lot—Bobo and Scott, and both of them should shut their gaping big mouths or they may start catching flies.
