Rubbish had been removed some remained on the kerb: a balloon, half an eggshell and a pedometer, scratched, but not broken.
Briefly, she considered picking it up.
She stood at the tram stop holding her banana from the convenience store, with the emo girl and the man in lycra who would not be allowed to bring his bike on the tram, who knew this, but would do it anyway.
Apparently, they all lived in the most liveable city in the world.
What could that possibly mean?