She stood in the shade of a huge oak tree that stood beside a long gravel drive. She breathed in deeply, relishing the cooling breeze a she waited for her daughter to return from school. She glanced up and down the somewhat busy road their home was on, looking for the large yellow beast that would deliver her little girl. After a few minutes, as the sky began to cloud over and darken, the old bus clambered down the road, and shuddered to a stop. She stepped forward, out of the shade, and watched her daughter’s head bob between the rows and rows of seats and eventually skip down the steps, looking both ways before she crossed the