bus, I guess the bus driver was groggy or something and maybe he’d been out boozing it up last night or something or maybe it was just because it was icy, but the bus had clipped right into the bench and had hit the old woman and had knocked her over against a fence, one of those cyclone fences, and she’d hit it hard and you could tell by the way she was lying there with her neck crooked and some bad looking blood run ning out her mouth over her powdered face that she was dead. And the bus driver, he hadn’t been hurt or at least it
didn’t look like it because he was stand ing around and kept kneeling down to the old woman and getting up and look ing real frantic like he didn’t know what to do. About that time this motorcycle cop came speeding up, he’d been near by I guess and had heard teh crash, and I knew there wasn’t anything I could do because she was dead for sure and I didn’t want to go over there much or anything, so I kept going on to work sorta in a daze like and I passed this phone booth and I felt like I should have
called up somebody or something, an am bulance or something, and tell them what had happened and to send help but I knew the policeman would do every thing like that and besides she was dead already I knew. But I still felt like I had to call up somebody so I called up my wife and told her and she listened and said she was sorry and all but she didn’t know why it’s made me so sad and depressed, I should be sorry, of course, she said, but was a old woman and I didn’t even know her.
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