She's not homeless, her clothes are too nice and she's very well maintained. I decide not to ask any questions and just let her relax. Damn, I almost ...orgot about my appointment. I look at the time. She should be getting here any minute. I spend the next hour getting to know my guest while waiting on my extremely late client. I find out she caught her husband cheating on her and now had nowhere to go. The only family she has are in the United States so she doesn't know what she is going to do. I turned on the radio and listened to the emergency broadcast system. The federal government was still trying to find something to treat the plague with, and we were all told to remain calm and to stay put. Same old message.How was it I survived? While I was sure others had survived, I was not a candidate really. I was out of shape and overweight. I had already lost ten pounds and could stand to lose another twenty pounds. I had let myself go during the last five of years.Here I was, recovered. Once on the bus, the first thing she noticed was that Old Guy was not on the bus. As the trip continued, Elbow Guy never appeared either. Arriving at her meeting after the uneventful bus ride, RuthAnn was relieved. A while later her relief gave way to a different feeling. Sadness? Disappointment? Whatever it was it weighed on her mind all day causing her to lose focus. At last, the day ended. RuthAnn again got on the bus and took a seat for the ride back to her hotel. As the bus filled with. In the case of Deidre, however, a happy chance intervened. The exact place where she was standing when matron had her display her bottom for a judgment on its condition, was not suitable for my cane, which would have struck a lamp. So I had her move and, as she shuffled over, she turned slightly but just enough to afford a tantalizing glimpse of – what do the girls call it? Their bushie, I think. What made this an even more perfect moment was the fact that her hair was very dark, almost.