Kristen
I knew if I didn’t agree to switch seats, Joy would fuss and whine for the whole drive. So I shot Mr. Falcon an apologetic look, picked up my purse, and squeezed into the seat next to him.
“I remember these seats being a lot bigger,” I grumbled.
Actually it wasn’t that the seat was smaller, it was that the man next to me seemed to take up so much space. I really felt sorry for Ezra. His knees were crammed into the back of the seat in front of him; it looked really uncomfortable. And his shoulders were so broad, his arms left almost no room for my body on the seat beside him.
I desperately looked around the bus for any empty seat. I was even willing to sit with someone else’s kid just to make the two hour drive more comfortable, but the bus was completely full of kids, parents,
