Ruth and her mother-in-law walk by en route to catch the 9 o'clock bus. Each carries a large empty shopping bag. They are on their way to the market, - so it must be Wednesday!
The little bus fairly bats its way along the narrow country roads, cows stop, cud in mouth, to witness its passing. The vehicle weaves its way through the last village stopping for the last "good mornings" to board. The passengers are all known to one another, either coming from the same village or simply because they ride on the same bus at the same time on the same day every week. The chatter could be likened to a hen coop when its occupants have been disturbed!
12.05pm and this morning's two shoppers return, as they do every Wednesday. Walking a little slower than when they left, Ruth now carrying both bags bulging with fruit and vegetables, their weight almost skimming the path. Her arms appear to be longer than they did 3 hours ago!
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