He looks for her. And finds her. She stood to the far edge as if hiding from the world.
She stands at the far edge as if hiding from the world. Or him.
He walks slowly towards her.
Sensing his presence, she looks up.
“So?”, he said.
She turns away. Then looks back at him, bites her lip.
“How did it go?”, he persists.
“Well, what did you expect?”, she countered.
Impatiently, “How did he take it?”
Shaking her head, “He was upset… he looked betrayed, sort of”
Umm... I kinda expected that… Did he put up a fight?
“No, not really. Rather, he gave me the silent treatment. He never saw this coming.”
Then, “And, with you?
“Dad’s fine. Mom seemed a bit taken aback. She will be okay, though.” He said confidently. “Besides it's not that far away. Not like going away to another country.”
Uncertain about that argument, she nods slightly.
“Well, she never liked me.”, she whispers.
He shook his head vigorously.” Don’t say that. Of course, she does!”
She looks down, not answering.
“Not so. It’s all new. Hey, give her some time.” he held her hand and squeezed it as if to reassure her.
She sighs deeply and looks to the right.
The bus.
They board. It’s the long bearded, friendly driver.
“Hello there, my dears. Hop on! It’s a glorious day for a ride.”
They show their clipper cards, then find a seat.
They sit together.
Lost in their own thoughts, they looked out of the window at the passing scenery.