081613 #worm Cosse. She pulls the laces tighter. It's about time to go to work. She's one of the lucky extremely few: she got a job her second day out of jail. She spent that first night in a bush. It was damp and steamy, and the whole secret city seemed to be inside-out; the bush was the solar system for a change. She slept rather well in there, all things considered, until sometime around dawn when a shifty-eyed litterbug threw a wadded McSchwerman's sack into the bush. The cold, greasy detritus made her think of better times, to be sure, better times than these.