There were a series of openings that, once upon a time, held glass. The driver had a windshield that was mostly intact ... except for a bullet hole or...two.We met the bus in the Plaza Cívica 7 de Agosto at 5Am. We had purchased tickets. Purchase of tickets ... with a suitable bribe to the armed guard and another to the driver ... guaranteed us seats ... such as they were. Still, there were leather covers over the springs. We boarded just behind a flock of nuns. They were escorted by a Jesuit. The real reason, as I found out from my cousin Barb who is Faye's best friend, was that an old boyfriend had come back to town. Faye had been madly in love with the guy and then something happened, they had split and the guy had left town. She got over him, met me and we had gotten engaged. Then three months before our wedding he had come back and I guess Faye wasn't as over the guy as she thought.For a week my pride kept me from calling Faye and then one day I realized that I'd better get my. Were they seriously expecting this to happen? What a bunch of sad old perverts, Allison kept thinking as she tried to get her work done.When February 14 finally arrived, Allison wanted to spend the day at her desk avoiding any human interaction. Everyone in the office had received an email the day before about her visiting their cubicle at some point during the day for a 'Valentine blowie.' It even said not to worry about the mess because she would swallow everything. Just eight more hours of. At first I thought it was empty but then a young girl walked across theline of site and then sat down in a chair in the far corner, her headlooking down towards her feet. I couldn't put my finger on it at first, butthere was something about her that didn't quite ring true, something thatjust wasn't right. Then I had it - it took me a few seconds but I got there.The girl was sitting all wrong and even the way that she held her hands hadan air of masculinity about it. I was beginning to sense.