In the thirteenth hour of the music festival, Ty’s energy had come and gone. His phone was smashed and his group of friends, Diana, Josh and Sandra had dispersed and his calm demeanor and firm grasp of logic started to unravel.
“Excuse me, Ms. Barrett?”
“I don’t feel well. May I go to the bathroom,” Kevin asked.
Ms. Barrett smiled as she faced the chalkboard and paused. “No, Kevin. Walter and Matthew are already in the bathroom.