around the corner

Or we were told to transfer from the train in Lamy to a bus and once we got off in Santa Fe someone would be there looking for us. No one was there waiting, and we arrived teary and red-eyed and peered into the glass case of pecan pies at the diner in Santa Fe, the only thing open and decent at that hour–five AM., eleven P.M.–until a waitress in a starched cotton dress looked us up and down and said, Ma’am, you’re looking for 109 East Palace. Around the corner.

– The Wives of Los Alamos by Tarashea Nesbit

 

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