The older woman considers the young, lean man, his pale and closed face as he picks a path away from the new bus and its healthy driver. Trouble creases his mouth and lines his brow, as age does hers. She blesses him again silently and gazes at the bus she needs to take home. She sighs, thinking of the empty room awaiting her. She shudders at the memory of the jerking driver as he morphs into her late husband. A small sound escapes her mouth and a middle-aged woman nearby looks up momentarily from her son’s face to the stricken older woman.

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