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while, he mumbled
to Rosie, “Baby, please sit next to me. I need you to hold me right now. You’re
my best friend, and I really need you to sit next to me. Please?”
    Rosie
sat next to Stan. She leaned in and pulled his body to hers. They sat there
until the bus arrived, and everyone was able to get on board.
    The
45-minute ride to the train station was uneventful, other than the bus being full
of tourists. The group sat up front, close to the driver, and after a bit Jerry
began to talk to him.
    “How’s
your day going so far?”
    The
driver gave a shrug.
    “Have
you seen any of the houses around here all torn up?”
    “Well,
as a matter of fact, yes, I have. I live over on Old Wood Road. Two days ago my
neighbor’s house was torn up and my neighbors were gone. We couldn’t find them
anywhere.”
    “You
look tired.”
    “The
bus company’s running with a really short shift. A whole bunch of drivers and
mechanics didn’t show up for work. I’ve been putting in a lot of overtime the
last couple days to help keep the buses running. And it’s not just the drivers.
Police are missing from work. The fire department is short staffed, too. If
this keeps up, we will have to cut back on the number of buses we run. I also
heard that the trains into the city are packed when they run at all. If they
come, they may not be on time.”
    The
bus ride was good for Stan. Rosie was able to sit next to him. She held his
hand the entire trip. The simple act of holding his hand allowed Stan to unwind
from what he had seen. While holding on to Rosie, the trip allowed him to
settle his nerves. Towards the end of the ride, they were talking to each
other. Rosie was even able to get Stan to laugh at her jokes.
    The
bus stopped across the street from the train station. The walk from the
sidewalk to the train platform was about three minutes, or maybe five to six
minutes if you had a lot of luggage to carry, or if there were a lot of people
trying to cross.
    Everyone
that had been on the bus got off with them. It seemed that everyone wanted to
go to the city. Today it took them nearly six minutes to get across the street
and into the train station with everything. They made it with only about five
minutes to spare.
    The
platform was crowded. The six of them were lucky to find six seats together.
Stan sat down with Rosie next to him. They were talking amongst themselves when
Rosie spoke up.
    “Damn,
I’m glad that we are off that bus. It stunk like a homeless guy. It was foul. I didn’t think that ride would ever end. There were people crammed into every
space available. From where Stan and I were sitting, I had to look at an old
man’s sweaty belly swaying in front of my face. I hope the train will be
better.”
    “Come
on Rosie, you know the bus from East Norwich at this time of year is always
full of tourists. They spend every minute they can on the beach. They don’t
think twice about how bad they smell. I guess they believe that once they get
home, they will take a shower then. We think it’s worse because we just don’t
like them.”
    “Okay,
you may be right. But they do smell. They could rinse off a little, at
least, before they get on the bus. The East Norwich buses are old, and the AC
on most of them has been broken for years. The windows don’t open right. It was
nothing but stinking, stale air and sweat.”
    Jerry
was listening to Rosie prattle on about how the tourists smelled. He was nearly
at the point where he was going to bust out laughing at her. He knew that if he
did, Mary would be pissed at him, so he smiled and kept his mouth shut.
    As the
train pulled into the station, Mike rose from his seat, holding his hand out to
Mary to help her stand. With a snickering smile on his lips, he commanded the
guys: “All right, boys. We’re here to pack and tote our ladies’ luggage. So
let’s get after it. The faster we get on the train, the faster we can get to
New York, Then get a cab to Harlem. Then we can dump