i eavesdrop on a mother and her young son (he's 7? 8?) at the bus-stop.
do you know the library accepts my bus card as identification? that's why i should bring it to school, he says. no you're not, his mom says. not until you learn to be more careful.
when is the bus coming? i hope i won't be late, he says. you will most certainly be late, mom says. we were late leaving home and you didn't hurry.
back and forth we go, as functionally utilitarian as we come. i drift to another time and another young boy with the same unquestioning trust blithe hope and optimistic cheer. never mind the carelessness, i want to say. never mind being late. very quickly, oh so quickly, his voice will deepen and he will stop taking the bus with you!
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