Brice couldn't help noticing how neat she had the trash bags wrapped around her chest, arms and legs when she boarded the bus. She made a rain cap from ripped bags and the plastic gloves were brought. Then she had matching rain boots. She might had worn the outfit to protect her clothing from the oily red liquid dripping from the brown bag she carried. Out of all those garbage bags she had, why didn't use one to carry what she had?
"Why did you put the extra money in?" Ben asked. "It's not my fault." He closed the door. "Deal with this young man." Brice pulled his money out retrieving five dollars from his small bundle. When he went to give it to her, she blocked him with her elbow.
"Don't come up on me like that," she said.
"Lady," Brice said, not meaning it. "Take the money and find a seat."
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