He waited for the warmth of her laughter to come to him. The girl who stepped out of the bus and watched him from a distance had gone. She reminded him of her somehow. The eyes, smiling and grim at the same time. For a moment he thought it was Mita. Far off, as the sun raced to its setting point, the airwaves played their dance. â€œYes Ma, he is there.â€ In another city, tears rolling down her scarred face, the woman sat, shoulders heaving, her heart broke again. Twenty years had taken everything from her. Him. .