Two kids got on the bus and sat behind me. They started talking about someone called Felicity. Felicity could have been a friend or someone they hated, for all I knew. I couldn’t tell the difference. At first, I thought it might’ve been the rather lanky ponytailed girl who sat across from me (pictured). But I slowly realized Felicity wasn’t present.
“Don’t you think Felicity breathes really loudly?” one of them ventured.
There was agreement, and laughter from both. They got off the bus at the next stop. All I could think was, “Poor Felicity. She might have asthma.”