Someone settled into the seat behind me.
“Don’t turn round, Robert,” a man’s voice said. “It’s time for us to talk.”
“Adam?”
“Just don’t turn round.”
“What the hell?”
“Don’t turn round, Robert,” a man’s voice said. “It’s time for us to talk.”
“Adam?”
“Just don’t turn round.”
“What the hell?”
“This is a place of great holiness and great loss, you know? Terrible sadness. Lots of homeless people, lots of desperation, lots of lost faith, lost hope. Then there’s some joy, too. Dancing and singing. If you know where to look.”
