I walked to the front of the bus. Marched with all the sense of a five-year-old who knew everything. “Tenie,” ordered Flo, but I didn’t look back. I took a seat and looked out the window. I heard a chorus behind me. Tuts and sighs, murmured half-sentences. This wasn’t only annoying Flo, this was upsetting people. Just me sitting in a seat. I didn’t know why they were tripping. This was the life, watching Galveston go by. And if they didn’t know better, well, let Flo and everyone else stand in the back like a fool.
