What She Said on the Bus

It had been a long day. We had run a 5K race in the morning. We had gone rowing on the lake. And in the mid-afternoon, we had taken a bus downtown to go to a one-year-old birthday party.

As we returned home seated in the back of the bus, the sun was setting behind the hills in the west. Trudy looked over at me. She had some kind of smile on her face.

What!? I asked.

Her eyes sparkled. She said, I like you.

I was silent for a moment and then said, Even though I'm a poodie-doo?

But you're my poodie-doo! she said without missing a beat.

Hah! I erupted.

Three boys sitting in the middle of the bus turned around and saw me holding my hand over my mouth in a lame effort to conceal my guilt. But then they saw me and evidently decided that there was nothing to see. They returned to what they were doing.

Nothing to see? They had no idea what she just said to me!

But they were young, and they have plenty of time to learn. She said she likes me. There was much to see, if only they knew what to look for.

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