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  You Could Meet Him On the Bus: Books and Jesus 
 by Taima Hiroshima  

 House had been riding the bus for a month now. It started out because his
car was in the shop, and James couldn't come pick him up. But now he rode
it simply because it was more fun than a freak show.

 There were the crazy people sitting there mumbling to themselves, there
were the people running late for work and doing all matters of personal
hygiene rituals. Once he swore he'd seen a woman shaving her armpits, but
before he could tell for sure, he had had to get off the bus.

 So he'd kept riding the bus, thinking it was more entertaining to watch
these people argue over seats than it was to watch General Hospital. It
was like a soap opera all its own.

 One morning, the bus was running just a little behind schedule. House sat
in the handicapped seat directly behind the driver. He told himself he
didn't sit there because it was for cripples, but because it offered the
best view of the whole vehicle. 

 The girl they always picked up was waiting at her stop. She seemed to be
running late, as she was chewing on a doughnut and trying to comb her hair
at the same time. She put her coins in the slot.

 Sure enough, the only seat open was next to House. He groaned as he moved
his bag over to let her sit down. She didn't even look his way as she
finished her sugary breakfast pastry and combed her hair.

 She looked at House warily out of the corner of her eye. It was all Greg
could do not to lean over and say; "Hello Clarice. What are you wearing?"

 He didn't blame her for being cautious. All sorts of freaks rode the bus,
and most of them would just love to cop a feel from a young girl.

 She wore a denim jacket and blue jeans with a black t-shirt. Her hair was
shoulder length and dark brown. She reached into her school bag and pulled
out a paper back novel. To House's surprise, it wasn't a Harlequin romance
or a Nancy Drew. She was reading Oliver Twist.

 "Is that for school?"

 "Jesus Christ!" she swore as she put her hand to her chest. She glared at
him. He nodded to the book in her hands. 

 "No, just a doctor. But everyone confuses us. Do you have to read that?"

 "No," she said shortly as she turned back to the book. But she seemed to
relax a little and did sit just on the extreme edge of the seat. When they
stopped at the hospital, she stood up to let Greg off.	
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