Retrieving his skateboard, he heads to the front of the bus. As he starts down the steps, though, people are already pushing on and he stands back to let them pass. The first onboard is a young woman about Richard’s age, late twenties, with a baby in her hands—she glares at CJ and clutches the baby closer as if afraid he’s going to snatch it from her. What the hell would he do with it? The man in a suit behind her turns his back to CJ as he digs into his wallet for his bus pass, like he doesn’t want anyone to see what else he might have in there. Then a couple of girls from the college climb on amid giggles, their gazes like butterflies fluttering around CJ and never quite landing on him, never really seeinghim.
Finally the bus driver starts to close the door, and CJ jogs down the steps. “This is my stop.” Before the door can shut in his face, he shoves it aside and jumps to the curb below. Out,he thinks, taking a deep breath as the bus shudders behind him. Free.