“We haven’t moved in an hour.”
“I know.” The engine was off. The cars around them were similarly and eerily silent.
“Get over on the shoulder! You can get by…”
“It’s blocked. Maybe we should walk…”
“Not in these heels.”
“You can take the heels off, Kerry, come on.”
“Manolo Blahniks? No.”
Two cars ahead, a man got out of his Hummer, put a backpack over his shoulder, and started walking hurriedly away.
“Oh, look at this asshole. Now we’ll have to get over…”
Now he saw movement behind them too, but those people were walking more slowly, almost stumbling…