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The METRO Bus stop was less than a quarter mile from their home and as they approached Adriel said, “Looks like we’ve got a runner.”

“Oh? Can you see the bus?”

“Yeah, it’s pulling to the curb now, the kid is crossing against traffic behind it, running hard, and there’s no way that driver’s going to see him. He’s going to miss the bus.”

“Well so are we,” his wife replied. “What time is it?”

“That was the nine o’clock. We’ll have to wait for the 9:15.”

“Damn it,” she said softly.

“Don’t fret, beautiful. We’ll still get there on time. Plus, with a ten o’clock appointment you know we’re going to cool our heels in Theia’s office for a while.”

“I know you’re right but it doesn’t help. It feels like college and waiting on a final’s grade. You think you did okay, you know you can’t change anything but the tension just sits there. Bus just pulled away, didn’t it?”

“Yeah and from the kid’s reaction you’d think he just missed the last plane out of Saigon or something.”

“Oh Lord. You sound like my father every time you say that.”

“Oh yeah? I’m starting to sound like Tony? Let’s just hope I don’t start suffering from PTSD.”

“You can’t suffer from PTSD, our stress is still ongoing.”

“Ha! Roger that, as the great Anton Brewer would say. Hear from him lately?”

“I got a postcard from Key West in April. You read it to me, remember?”

“Yeah, I remember. I meant anything more recent.”

“No. Nothing. Mom hasn’t said anything about him either.”

The young man that had run for and missed the bus was gesticulating wildly at the back of the bus as it rolled away. The profanity that slipped from his tongue was a mixture of English and Spanish and as they approached Gabrielle whispered in Adriel’s ear, “Must have been one important bus ride. Maybe he has a possibly life changing Doctor’s appointment too.”