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Mary’s hands and feet were swollen from the long day of work in the factory.  Her plight of having a dead-end job for the last twenty years was only magnified by learning recently what her name meant.  Bitter.  Well, that was fitting.  Good thing she had never looked it up before; it might’ve made her, well, bitter for all these years.  She thought back to what her mom always told her growing up, “God has a plan for you, Mary.”  That was a hard one to believe right now.

She didn’t understand why God had left her in the place she found herself as a 40-something-year-old woman.  Didn’t she always tithe to Him and didn’t she always go to church?

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      I was a driver for the City Bus.  My line went up and down Cambridge Avenue, one of the main east-west thoroughfares of the city.  The job was a good way to meet some interesting characters.   It didn’t take long to recognize the regulars; many became “friends” of sorts.  One of my most favorite passengers was Louise.  

      When I took over the #3 bus route from Jim, he told me there was a homeless woman who traveled from one end to the other of the line but never really got off anywhere.  “She’s a kook but harmless.  Always make sure she sits right behind you so no one bothers her.”  He went on to explain that Louise was the only person, to his knowledge, who had ever received special permission to bring a non-service animal on the bus. 

       The first day on my new route, Louise climbed aboard at the Market Place stop.

      “Are you Louise?” I asked.

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7:15 a.m. The bus was late again, and Lily’s toes were tingling. She hadn’t counted on winter being this cold when she decided to move here after college. The honeymoon period of living independently of all of her family and friends was over. She felt as if the loneliness would suffocate her.

“Hey, Lily!” It was John, a near 50-year-old from the apartment complex. “Little brisk, huh?”

Lily eyed him through the slit between her wool hat and the scarf covering her mouth. He had on a hoody and shorts. “Ya think?” She was not in the mood. John was nice and everything, but…

“Southerner.” He laughed at her ineptness to handle the cold.

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