Without knowing how long her courage will last, she gathers enough nerve to walk to a nearby bus stop. While en route, she thinks about Leona and how much she wishes that “thing” was never in their lives. She can’t fight back the tears as she worries about her family and wishes she’d gotten to the gun first; she would’ve gladly shot Leona and been happy to go to jail for it. Spending an eternity in prison is nothing if it meant she could keep that freak away from her family. But it’s funny how things work out. Unfortunately, my Amelia has to deal with her now, but she’s got the strength of Cash and me running through her blood. She’s much stronger than we ever were.
When she reaches the bus stop, she deliberately puts her head down and stands behind the bench. There are a lot of people waiting around. I should be able to blend in easily. After a few minutes, her paranoia starts to get the best of her. She feels like people are staring in her direction. What if they’re all gawking at my face? Is my face on the news already? She braces herself just in case she needs to start running. The terror is taking over as her eyes begin to sting with tears. The thought of someone grabbing her and making a scene is more than she can handle at the moment.
Suddenly, a woman starts walking toward her with a strange look on her face. “Oh no!” Alexandria mumbles. Her heart’s about to jump out of her chest and her hands start to sweat. She can feel the weakness in her legs, not knowing whether to run or fight her off.
“Ma’am, you have a tag hanging out of your jacket,” the woman whispers in her ear.
Alexandria looks down and quickly rips it off as the woman stares at her with curiosity.
“Oh thank you. I’m meeting a date for breakfast and in my nervousness I guess I forgot to take it off,” she lies with a smile. The woman’s curiosity turns into a hysterical laugh.
“Girl, I know what you mean,” she giggles. “Men will have us losing our minds. You know one time I forgot to wear deodorant.”
Gross. “Tell me about it,” Alexandria agrees while releasing a sigh. I think I just aged three years. She shakes her head, thinking about her luck. What are the odds that I steal a jacket with the tag still on? The bus finally approaches them, and it seems like the driver is taking his sweet time bringing the bus to a halt. She quickly hops on and heads straight for the back, when she notices the same lady following her to her seat. Great, she must be a talker.