I think that what makes me and my sister so different from each other would make it possible for us to be friends if we just met.
Two things: My Uncle gave me the nickname ” Pebbles ” and my sister really is the efficient one who needs to laugh louder.
So this story is sort of based on us.
The bus wasn’t late, it was on time. It’s always on time it’s the passengers who are late.
Today a woman with long dark hair, a limp and a red backpack was the last person to board the bus and it took her a minute to find her bus pass and scan it.
She slung her backpack over her shoulder and made her way to the back of the bus and took a seat next to Adele.
Adele was always on time. She was never late. For anything.
The woman with the backpack was a few years older than Adele and when she slid into the seat next to Adele she looked over and smiled at her.
” Guess I held the bus up. ” she said.
” Well. Maybe a little. “
Adele looked at the backpack on the woman’s lap and saw a tag with the woman’s name on it. It was written in gold glitter pen and edged with hot pink marker.
” Pebbles Macleod”
Adele wondered if the backpack belonged to the woman’s daughter .
She must have been staring at the tag for a little too long because the woman volunteered” Oh yeah. That’s my name. My Mom was a big fan of the Flintstones cartoons. To bad she couldn’t have been a fan of a show that involved real humans. Then I could have had a normal name like Emma Peel or Barbarella. “
Again Pebbles laughed and Adele found herself laughing with her. She wasn’t sure why. The woman’s laugh was deep, heartfelt and a little too loud. Usually Adele didn’t bust a gut, but she thought she easily could with Pebbles.
” Have you taken this bus before? ” Adele- the same Adele who never spoke to anyone she rode the bus with.
” Oh. You know how it goes. I just grab whatever shows up.”
” Nah. I like to be home at the same time. Stuff to do for the family.”
That laugh again. ” Wow. If my boys waited for me to do stuff they’d be walking around naked and hungry. They’re teenagers. They can manage.”
Adele and Pebbles made small talk all the way to the Transit Center and when they got off the bus Adele was sorry to see Pebbles head towards another bus.
” Hey. So maybe I’ll see you tomorrow.” Adele said.
Pebbles swung around and smiled. She laughed. “I think so.”