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“It’s better I said it, though, right?” The firefighter squeezes the bag. “Now I’m not sure. If that’s harassment, I take it back.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Up front, my partner stomps the brakes and I fall back, landing on the bench. The firefighter drops the mask.
The woman’s jaw slumps to one side. We’re moving again, through oncoming traffic.
“Jesus,” the firefighter says. “Where’d you learn to drive, asshole?”
“What?” He’s got earplugs in. He lifts one away. “What?”
“Where is ALS?” I shout.
“They’re going to try to meet us.” He tucks the earplug back in. “I don’t know.”
