Waiting for the Bus

Waiting for the bus in the cold. The bus is late. Another bus has already driven by.

Raheem said, "7:35 AM I'm going in."

I pull out my cell. It is 7:35 AM. I don't say a word, though. I slip my cell back in my pocket.

Three minutes later the bus pulls up. The boys get on none the wiser.

I'm double happy, because I don't have to drive them in and I'm resisting the urge not to tell Rah the time.