Dee on bus 3

Dee is sitting on bus 3 heading south. As most older people do, she sits as if her back is strained. Her face looks strong but worn out, like she has been through a lot in her life. She is dressed in brown slacks, a purple jacket, black leather gloves, and a brown scarf. Her black gym shoes are orthopedic and look a little too big. The lipstick she wears is a bright pink fuschia color that is supposed to be for someone half her age. Dee's hair color matches that of salt and pepper, it is slicked back and the ends are curly. An old brown leather saddle bag is draped on her shoulder and is worn across her body. With her is a personal shopping cart; it is made of black metal and houses skim milk, oat meal, prescriptions, green veggies, and toliet paper.

Dee looks out the window. Then around her. She hears something. She looks down, her purse is vibrating. She opens it and pulls out her cell phone. It is a flip phone and it is big and silver with a navy blue face. WILL CELL CALLING... it reads. Will is Dee's husband. They meet her junior year in high school. They started dating within the next year. The year after that they had a baby boy, they named him Emmanuel (Everyone calls him Manny). The year after that they were married. They have been together ever since. They have been through so much, but have loved each other through it all.

Dee smiles. She answers, "Hello?...What? What's wrong?" Her face drops, her smile fades. "No...no...no." A tear falls. "Okay, we'll leave right when I get home. Make sure you're ready. I will be there in 2o minutes...Good-bye, I love you." She closes her phone and looks down. Deep breath. Dee makes the sign of the cross and starts to pray. When she gets home in 20 minutes she will have to leave for the hospital with Will. To see her son Manny.