Thursday, July 19, 2018 7:10 AM

The silence on the bus is pierced by bursts of feedback as the driver fiddles with a microphone. He may be trying to tell us something. After a few blasts, he gives up. It may have to do with the twin girls who are climbing over the seats in front of me as if they were at a playground. I glance at their grandmother and raise an eyebrow. She gestures at them, "What can we do?", and sighs. The twin in the unicorn party hat looks at me and whispers in her sister's ear. They giggle then dive down behind the seats and disappear.