The Girl On The Greyhound

‘I’m visiting my boyfriend,’ she said. ‘We’ve never met, just spoken on the internet.’
I was on a Greyhound bus. I was heading north.
‘I had my second miscarriage on a bus,’ she said.
The girl was sitting two rows behind me. She had started talking to the guy next to her soon after we set off. She had a loud voice.
‘I write to prisoners,’ she said.
I had seen her in the terminal. She was young and dressed in black. She was reading a book called God is Awesome.
‘I love sex,’ she said. ‘I think about it 24-7.’
The bus turned a corner and hit a parked car. The driver stopped to examine the damage.
She called up her boyfriend. ‘The car just flew into us,’ she said.
I smiled to myself. God was awesome for not making her sit next to me.