The driver, who had seen it all (or thought he had), didn’t stop the bus to look back. He just immediately sped his bus safely out of harm’s way and then came on the PA to assure the passengers that everything was OK.“Car fire, folks. Lucky we were far enough away from it.”The “incident” gave the passengers a full hour to repeat the same things over and over to each other. It was the most exciting event in years.“If we’d been a few feet closer…” “Did you see those flames? Thirty feet at least!” The morbidly obese guy, however, was still complaining. “Driver! Crank up the air conditioning. I’m dying back here. So damned hot. I need a smoke. My nerves…”I sat back smugly until the truth sank in. Dear God, had I just killed someone? Technically, I assumed that, yes, I had killed someone, even though it wasn’t really my doing.Yes. It was. You knew he wired that car the second you saw him inside of it. It’s not murder. It is so. Oh, my God. I just killed a human being.
