Some people who were behind us left. None from in front.
The whole situation bothers Lyle. He says that nothing is like it should be.
The widow and her son settled in to rest. From what I’ve learned, when her husband was alive, they took care of Lyle at a needy period in his life. It explains my companion’s actions of late.
Come morning the line grew again as people returned to take their places. What they had to say was not encouraging. Many have been out all week and have yet to be called up to the gate.
The morning went swiftly, but the afternoon dragged on.
I have the feeling that we will be spending the night again.