Gracie swallowed a bite of her sandwich and set down her library book. She looked at the person sitting across from her at the picnic table, "Hey, sorry to bug you, but do you know if the trams are running after closing tonight?” She put her elbow on the table, her arm upright, “I can’t make it to the bus stop on foot before the last bus shows up, and I think I remember someone saying something about the tram schedules being changed.”













