She was a bit shorter than average and skinny as a rail, her arms nothing more than a thin layer of skin wrapped around her bones, no muscles to speak of. She was wearing a thin pink flannel jacket and blue jeans tucked into her oversize rawhide fur-lined boots. He was a bit larger than usual, his torso twice as wide as her entire body. Blue jeans, a suede jacket, a bushy black beard, and a black felt fedora topping it all off. My wonder whether they were a couple was soon confirmed by their sporadic soft conversation. Married even, judging by his ring, plain silver, and hers, huge, with at least twenty good-sized diamonds.
She checked her cell phone a few times, one of those fancy fashionable ones, with a poodle made out of glass beads dangling from its hinge, swinging with her every move. Apart from their periodic murmurings they sat there on the sideways seat on the bus and stared at nothing. Then, all of a sudden, they reached into their bags in unison and pulled out miniature metal attache cases. Continuing in synchrony, they opened the cases and pulled out a matched pair of Game Boy Advances - hers pink, his black. They really must care about those games, I thought, because the cases were padded with foam, like professional photographers use to transport their lenses.
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