Well, I’m off, she said. She had just gotten off the bus, and was on her way to the first day teaching her kindergarten class. She just got out of school, she told me on the bus. I could barely keep my eyes off the girl, she was beautiful. She could have said anything and I think I would have listened. Never saw her eyes, though. She was wearing those fading kind of sun glasses, they covered them up pretty good. Her orange brown hair was tied back behind her head, the sun was glaring off her hair through the window of the bus.
