Chapter 3

“Can you blame me?” Nel asked, eyes straight ahead as she navigated the bus through traffic. Her confidence behind the wheel always impressed me.

“I dunno. Maybe I should. You always give me such hard time when I’m late.” I scratched the skin under the nose bridge of my glasses.

“That’s because I know you secretly like it.” Nel stopped the bus near Jersey and Lake to pick up a male passenger. Once he paid, the man moved behind me and grabbed hold of the same rail I was latched onto as the bus began to move again. He looked familiar.

“I do notsecretly like...”

Before I finished my thought, the man next to me cut in and said, “Carmen Jenson? Is that you, girl?” I glanced at him, trying to place the face. Suddenly it dawned on me.

“Oh my God. John! Where’ve you been, hon?” I gave him a one-armed hug. “You just up and quit at the bookstore and didn’t say why. What happened?” I hadn’t seen him in six months. No wonder I didn’t recognize him at first.