Flanders,” he said. “Some of us want to get back home before dark.” That set the old folks in a commotion because they didn’t want to drive home in the dark either. At least, not the adventurous ones. Of course, some like Mary Jane Smith couldn’t hear anything anyway. She took her seat beside me again. “Don’t forget,” she whispered. “Watch Calvin’s feet when he comes back.” I nodded. At least this part of the trip was fun for me. I have to say that even after all these years, it still felt strange sitting beside my old teacher and have her whispering in my ear. We were almost into the city when a few in the back rows started laughing and squealing. Everyone looked back and down the aisle. There, walking as if he owned the bus, strolled Sammy. He looked up at each occupant and when he spied me, he raced over and jumped on my lap. Of course, now that he knew he’d been a bad cat, he would snuggle and purr. It was all to the delight of the passengers. I’d never seen them so cheerful.
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