Chapter 257: The Whole Regiment Became Model Workers

Three in the morning. A light haze hung in the air. The city had shed its daytime clamor; the streets lay empty. On the curb, the breakfast stalls had just lifted their shutters. By three-thirty, while most people still slept, the sanitation crew at the depot had already pulled on their orange uniforms. They grabbed brooms and dustpans, set their shoulders to tricycles, and prepared to start another day of keeping the city clean. Giselle Zorn pedaled into the block she was in charge of and froze. The...