The bus driver was playing his favorite songs that morning. Kim quite liked the old stuff so she hummed along and sometimes sang under her breath hoping no one could hear her. Take good care of my baby started, one of Kim's favorites, and she danced sitting down to the tune. She also broke her cardinal rule and sang out loud- the "don't you ever make her blue oh oh ooh"- part.
The man next to her smiled when, a few moments later, she had glanced at him to see if he had noticed. He had. Now he looked all smug and indulgent and she seethed the rest of the way to her stop. He stood to let her past with the narrowest of gaps so she had to brush against him to get out with that knowing smile on his smarmy face.
It bugged her all day of course. She knew to keep to herself on the bus and she felt she had made a serious error.
The next morning, to her relief, he didn't get on but a girl who got on pretty much everyday but had never sat besides Kim did just that this day. She got settled with her bag on her lap and turned to Kim.
"I watched you yesterday getting into the oldies," she told her cheerfully clearly expecting to start a conversation.
What she got was an icy stare followed by a total freeze out.
"The nerve!" Kim thought indignantly while the girl next to her, who had hoped to make a friend, sat in stunned silence.
Some minutes later with Kim staring pointedly out the window (there were other seats, were there not?)she heard the slightest sniff.
"Rude and doesn't bring any tissues. Wonderful," Kim thought contemptuously making a point of not looking at her but on the third sniff she did. The girl's eyes were closed and big tears leaked from both red eyelids to roll down her face.
Now Kim felt awful.
"I'm sorry if I was a bit harsh before," she offered getting a shrug back.
"It was just the man yesterday, the one sitting next to me, it was like he knew something about me after, you know ..."
Did she really sound that pathetic?
The girl meanwhile had produced a few tissues from her bag and proceeded to wipe her eyes and blow her nose.
"I love these songs," she said quietly.
"I do too," Kim admitted looking straight ahead and the girl gave Kim's wrist a little double squeeze.
That took Kim a bit by surprise and she tensed, momentarily, then relaxed and put her other hand briefly over the girl's. She liked her, she decided and relaxed allowing herself to spread and her hip lightly touch the girl's.
It was Kim's turn to apologize and offer to shove across a bit but she got a smile and a quick head shake from the girl and now her hip was pressing quite firmly against Kim's. Normally Kim hated being touched; she avoided men or fat women who took up too much room. This though? This was nice.
She let her leg splay just a tad and now she was pressed against the girl all the way down from their hips to their knees. They had turned in towards each other too and Kim had that sense of them being in their own little world.
They sat in silence for a few minutes with Kim expecting the girl to carry on leading the conversation while the girl was terrified of saying the wrong thing. It was going well now she was thinking but if I say something, what if I say something stupid?
Her mother had told her that she said the silliest things. She was too open, that's what her mother told her, she had no mystery about her. May Bernadette O'Brien- the open book her mother had said.
"May I" they had called her at Carmel.
She ate more than she should and she knew she was a few pounds overweight but she couldn't help it and now with mom's boyfriend moving in and giving her dirty looks behind her mom's back...well she had the king size Cadbury's Caramello chocolate bar in her bag so she would just have a bite or two during the day if things got her down and Cathy or one of the others at work was mean to her.
She glanced over at Kim in her beautiful clothes- oh they did look nice- her perfect hair with the high lights and a body to die for and willed her to say something. No; say something nice. Put downs could wait till she got to work.
Kim caught her second nervous glance and found herself smiling. No plan, no strategy she liked her and she smiled. The girl's face was a sight to behold. From worried and nervous it broke into a huge smile that came not just from her eyes but from her heart.
"I'm Kim," Kim told her holding her hand out.
"I'm May, May O'Brien," May told her in her soft shy little voice.
She used to include the Bernadette but didn't now because she got all the comments about "oh my God how Catholic is that? Berna bloody dette?" So she left it out but she did like her second name. She knew all about her Saint, Bernadette, but sadly no one seemed interested in hearing about her- which was a shame because as far as May was concerned Saint Bernadette was a truly wonderful woman. She knew why she was called May; her father had wanted a boy and had all the names worked out after months of deciding, Patrick Joseph O'Brien.
He hadn't thought of a name if it was a girl and as she was born May 17 he said "call the sprog May for all I care" and had left May's mother in the maternity ward to head off down to the pub and drown his sorrows.
"Oh, sorry, Kim Sinclair," she heard back the voice soft and friendly now.
It was really Kimberley Deborah Sinclair and people automatically assumed she was well to do. She wasn't and she didn't want people thinking she was adopting airs and graces so she had shortened her first name to Kim. The truth was she loved her name; Kimberley but you have to live with people, get on, so it was just bloody Kim.
"Is that short for Kimberly ," May asked her intently and she had smiled again and nodded.
"It's a lovely name," May said wistfully " I was named after the Month I was born in- my dad wanted a boy."
She got that little shrug girls share when they know how it is is how it is; its not fair but it's how it is.
"I think it's a sweet name, May. It suits you."
"Really?" May had never heard anyone say they liked her name.
"Yes well, its a sweet name and you're sweet.I'm really sorry about before May."
This was crazy. A roller coaster ride with this girl she had just met. She had promised herself after the heartbreak following the Vicky affair that she would never look at another girl again. Ever. Now here she was and she couldn't fool herself; she was looking at May like that.