Dos Guys-
There were twenty of us at 7:30 watching the road and the bus stop on the other side that took workers downtown. They were mostly sipping coffee and talking on cell phones.
A truck slowed and turned down the driveway toward the contractor loading area. It stopped.
“Tile! Dos guys.”
I ran from the south side of the road around the front of the truck.
“Ok, you two let’s go.”
I walked back as two of us and one white man pulled away. Across the street, the bus arrived and we couldn’t see any coffee or cell phones.
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