I ever see Charlene again, I have a few questions I’d like to ask.
Whether I actually ask them is anybody’s guess. I
noticed her about a year ago. I was living in Westwood and had gotten
a ride to downtown Cincinnati to catch a T.A.N.K. bus to Kentucky. We
were waiting at the same bus stop at Fourth and Main. It was a cold
winter morning. Awaiting different buses, we sat on the same bench.
She kept looking at me and maybe I was looking at her, too.