Up
at noon. “That’s fine, my bus doesn’t
leave until 2:30,” he tells me.
Alexander’s
bus is crosstown at Port Authority. The
much nicer Cornell bus which leaves from a few blocks away is full. He’d have had to have reserved that in advance.
At
1:15 Alexander says, “I don’t think I have time to make the 2:30. I’ll take the 4:30 instead.” He goes online to book the 4:30. “Oh no,” I hear from the other room. “It doesn’t stop at the stop I want.”
Alexander
packs quickly, leaves his room a mess, and says, "Don't touch anything; I should have cobwebs in my room when I get back."
He then leaves, much later than a prudent person would have.
“Good-bye, I love you. Mwah,” he calls from down the hall. He makes the bus, no problem.
Good that Alexander's grandmother/my mother isn't here. She’d have left at noon.
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