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The bus is gone

When I returned from a recent trip to Alabama, I looked purposely at the husband and said, with a hint of remorse, “The bus is gone.”

After a moment of silence, he nodded knowingly and said, “I know. I meant to tell you that--I didn’t see it on my last trip home.”

We studied each other for explanation.

“Where is it?” I asked him, although who could expect him to know?

“I don’t know,” he said matter-of…

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