next entry involved taking a bus to the end of the line. I proposed an amendment: choose a route neither of us usually took, then get off when something looked worth exploring. Elise observed that I had ridden an unreasonable number of buses for someone with access to a car.
“Professional development,” I said.
“Professional suspicion.”
We boarded on University Avenue and found seats toward the back. The bus smelled faintly of warm vinyl and somebody’s takeaway breakfast. Elise settled beside the window, the folded list between us, and produced
