
It was a regular Saturday afternoon, the time when mid-day was flaunting the last of its bustle to make way for evening’s serenity. She looked out from her living room window. The bus stop was planted right below her.
If she wanted, she could grab her satchel purse, scrounge around for two dollars and seventy-five cents (the bus fare had increased) and be off to the art shop, all in a…


