Each morning, Katie took her place in line at the bus stop. She was usually first, but lately Nate, an enterprising young man, would be there first. He’d nod to her as he took his place in line. Now he would wait and smile earnestly. Then he began saying,”Good Morning.” When the bus came he always stepped aside and let her enter first. She eyed him softly, but never nodded, never spoke. She would embark and seat herself next to another lady already on the bus. Her heart was locked behind chains; the key long ago lost.
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