Reaching down and pinching up the quarter, Grace lowers her left knee, to rest easier, looking behind her, back at the bus stop. She couldn't fathom what had happened to the bus. Why would it leave if the driver had known she was boarding? How did it get out of sight so quickly? Had Grace imagined it?
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