Tuesday, May 8th, 6:00pm
Red (and Phil)
Red sits at the window. Phil takes the seat beside her: he is out of breath.
Red: Are you okay?
Phil: Yeah. I almost missed the damned bus. (does a double take) … I mean, the darned bus.
Red: I wish I had. I’m really starting to hate taking the bus. I used to have a car to go to my grandma’s house. But since it broke down, I’m having to deliver the goodies (holds up basket) by bus and by foot. Yesterday I almost got eaten!
Phil: (stares) You hate the bus too … Wait, did you say eaten?
Red: Yeah. A guy came out of the bushes and tried to bite my neck. He was wearing all this glittery stuff. Kept calling me Bell-something. I might not even be here if some crazy brunette hadn’t shown up and chased him away with a pointy stick.
Phil: That doesn’t sound very safe. What do you say to getting off the bus with me? I’m just going to get my car from the shop. I can drive you to your grandma’s house.
Red: (sighs in relief and grins widely) Oh, could you?
Phil: I’d drive you there every night …
Red takes his hand. They get off the bus together.
Next stop: Wednesday, May 9th, 5:00pm