I see her most days, morning and afternoon.
Hers is stop number twelve on the Lincoln to Hospital route.
She is dressed in navy pants and shirt and white flat sneakers.
I am fairly certain she is a nurse.
She is often tired, but she still says hello in a clear, happy tone.
In the afternoon I pick her up from outside the hospital.
I often wonder what sort of day she has had.
I wonder sometimes if ...