Returned the garbage truck to Sunkist Bar. As evening approached, the drizzle gradually turned into a downpour.
Allen Zhang, drenched like a drowned rat, biked back to the bridge tunnel camp and found that except Dominic and Sieg, nearly everyone else was back.
Surprisingly, Jennifer was there too, but she was asleep on the sofa, hugging a pillow without any image to speak of, clad only in lacy lingerie, half of her butt and her long white legs exposed.
Because of the heavy rain outside, the camp buddies had promptly added a layer of moisture-proof matting and plastic sheeting to their tents.
Allen Zhang didn't look much further, just a glimpse, really.
Simone and little Lori were counting money on the sofa under the bridge, surrounded by various large and small packages of daily necessities. Dave was in charge of tallying their counts and bills.
