<strong>On The Bus</strong><br/><br/>"Politics, huh?"<br/><br/>Harmony sat, eyeing Soph sidelong, seeming strangely shy.<br/><br/>"I was more of an odd-job woman.  Didn't really have a trade, 'cept maybe locksmithing.  Not that I ever got a license or anything.  I was...too much of a misfit.  So I just did whatever came to hand, kept my head down, and..."<br/><br/>Tears welled in her voice, if not her eyes.<br/><br/>"Didn't work.  Got myself in a family way, thanks to a bunch of assholes who tried to rape the gay out of me.  So then I got to be the town disgrace, because they weren't gonna help me actually raise the kid they insisted I bear for my sins...so I had to give him up.  Couldn't take care of him.  Could barely take care of myself!"<br/><br/>She let out a ragged sigh.<br/><br/>"He seems okay, though.  That little waitress sure seems to like him..."