“Really? T-that’s great!” he says on a bright smile. “This will be great, you’ll see.” Jack insists as the depot already came into view, since they lived relatively close to the place. They approached the large building, and he looked at the screens up above them which told them what buses were leaving at what time and where they were going. “Oh that’s it!” he points to the bus titled as ‘Andersons Field’. “It goes near our house, but we will have to walk about half an hour. All right?” he asks.
“Or run it,” she teased, a challenging look in her eye. “Make a sort of race out of it?” She rummaged through her bag, searching for her purse to get her credit card out.
“Me, run? Sweetie. I look like a new born horse when I run. All legs.” Jack smiles softly as they approach the woman at the teller.
Jack Maple 