Fannie had hit a low point in her life and when her chance for happiness fell apart at the altar she knew she had hit rock bottom. No, Freddie Mac was not the solution to her financial problems, hell she knew he was in trouble too, but as their wedding was destroyed it was simply too much for the couple. They split acrimoniously, each vowing never to even talk to each other again.
Realizing she had been conned by Freddie she convinced herself it was men she needed to get away from, so vowing celibacy she moved into a run down apartment and cut back drastically on her expenses. She was going to make it work and she would do it without the help of any man. Although the thought of that was frightening, especially for a woman who had pictured the perfect wedding followed by a perfect married life, the feeling of being on her own was also liberating.
Fannie had been on her own for several months when she first noticed another woman on the bus. She had seen her once or twice before, but recently it seemed whenever she headed anywhere on the bus this woman was either on the bus, getting off the bus or somewhere around. The woman was fairly attractive but what caught Fannie's attention was that the woman always seemed to be looking at her. It wasn't staring, nothing rude or anything, but more often then not their eyes would meet the woman would smile, then nod and look away.
Finally her curiosity got the better of her and she decided to approach the woman to find out what was going on. When she got on the bus that morning and saw the woman near the back of the bus, instead of sitting in the first available seat, she walked back and sat down next to the woman. Other than nodding to the woman when she sat down, Fannie rode along silently for a while before finally starting a conversation.
"This may sound strange, but I've been seeing you a lot on the bus and in some other areas and, well, each time I can't help but noticing you looking at me."
"I'm sorry, I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable, it's just that whenever I see you, you always look so, ah, you just seem to have it all together. No bad hair days, and you outfits always match."
"Oh my, thank you for the compliment. Coming from someone like you it means a lot, I mean, I noticed how you always..."
"No, no my hair is often so frightful, these curls," the woman said, grabbing a handful of curly hair off her shoulders and then limply dropping it.
"The curls are gorgeous, I am surprised the men aren't following you all day long."
"Oh, that's no party."
