“Please, my wife and kids are waiting for me. I have to get home. Just tell me where to go and what bus to wait for”
Something was rumbling, then sputtering. Then there was a loud squeak, and a slam.
Benny sat up and blinked. What time was it? How long had he been sleeping at this picnic table? The sky was a pale, tentative blue tinged by rose. It must be very early; the Mideastern sky he knew was blazingly bright.
He squinted at his watch. It was 6:20. The parking lot was empty save for one car that had seen better days. Its driver, a dark young man with thick wavy hair that was shaved close to his head just above the ears, was staring at Benny.
“Shalom,” Benny said with a weak wave. “Boker tov.”
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