_The following excerpt is taken fromGreyhound by Joanna Pocock, published by Fitzcarraldo Editions. _ At Toledo, Ohio, only an hour from Detroit, the sky was glowering. I got off and stretched my legs, waiting for the clouds to let loose. A message popped up from the hotel asking me to rate my stay. I ignored it and reboarded the bus. A guy with a southern accent also embarked and told thehellip; read more raquo;