Aunt Rose was not well. She had very little energy. When you are old, recuperating takes time. She sat in her dark, cool living room. Suddenly she heard a rumble. It sounded like a truck had stopped in front of her house. Rose went to the window and peered through the curtain. Good heavens! It was a city bus! Buses did not run on 33rd Street in Erie, Pennsylvania.
The conductor was getting out of the bus. He was helping someone down the steps of the bus to the street. Rose hurried out on to her front porch. Lyba was coming to visit.
The bus driver explained. Lyba asked him to leave her off at the corner of 33rd Street. But she was so old and frail, that the good man was worried about her. She told him she would only need to walk two blocks to visit her sick sister-in-law. Right then, he decided he would make a small detour and hand deliver Lyba. In addition, he asked Rose, “What time should I come back for her?”
Rose assured him it would not be necessary. One of Lyba’s sons would take her home.
You know, Americans are really wonderful people!