I just remember that he took the seat across the aisle, slightly behind me. He was tall, enough that he had to stoop quite a bit so as not to bang his...head on the roof of the bus. He had dark hair, and a good day's worth of stubble on his face, black jeans and a blue tee shirt. It's odd that I'd remember that, though I can clearly see myself as well. Black sundress, black flipflops, green purse, and my dark green travel blanket bunched in my lap as I worked on a crossword puzzle. At the first. 'Geez, this music is loud' Justin called out over the top of the beat. 'Is there somewhere quiet to talk?''You want to talk?' Bessie asked, gasping from yet another shot of the vodka.'Sure! I love talking to you!'Smooth. Bessie grinned ear to ear at hearing that. She took his hand and led him up the stairs to her dorm room.'So what music do you like?' He asked as he made himself comfortable on the edge her bed.'You know, like, girl music,' she giggled, 'Christina, Pink, Shakira...' Her voice. But my parents had died in an auto accident over two years ago, hadn’t they? Willa was just thirty months old.“Send him in,” I said as neutrally as I could. This was the first time that anything from my former life had intruded on this life. I’d cut all ties to Fargo. No one knew I was here.Scoval was younger than I remembered. Late thirties, I guessed. When I’d met him at the reading of my parents’ will, I remembered him as being much older. I realized it was my perception that had changed. In. ”“I guess,” she gave a high-pitched nervous laugh.“Travis,” yelled the man’s wife as she entered the small kitchen.“Hey, baby! What’s up,” the husband stepped back placing his hands in his pants pockets.“I need to get Lincoln’s sippy cup,” she narrowed her eyes at him. “They’re looking for you to play dominoes outside.”“Yeah! I’ll go do that.”“Yeah,” Andrea sneered with contempt.Travis Clark let the kitchen through the back door. There were a multitude people in the backyard. Most of them his.