It wasn’t an emergency so much as a pit stop. Some stupid woman, some poor pregnant slob having to pee mid trip and couldn’t she hold it, that’s what Vivienne had been thinking when she pulled the brake, when she rattled to a stop, passengers pouring out in every direction to enjoy the views. How would she have known she’d never start up again, that the engine had died and her ambition, too. A sorry scene, that’s what she was now, with overgrown branches, with graffiti and broken windows and in Connecticut of all places and all because some woman couldn’t control her bladder.