Matt’s bus comes in five minutes, Riley’s in thirty five.
” I had a dream last night,” Says Ri as he eats his cereal. “It was-“
“I have a dream!” Matt breaks in with a booming southern preacher’s voice. “I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their —“
“Dude. You don’t have time to have a dream. No dream for you.”
Martin Luther King Jr’s mother must have been a much nicer woman than I am.