As the bus neared its final stop, the women knew their conversation did not have further to go. They passed the little time that was left talking about how the rain might fall that evening; how it didn't fall as expected the night before.
It was only during the school term that it took her this long to get to work. During the holidays when Winsome visited her grandparents in the country, the commute was much faster with one bus across town. Even though Winsome tried to convince her that she could take the bus on her own; even when she pointed to a few other children who did it, Elaine would have none of it. Maybe in another couple of years – or so.
Before Rupert died, he had arranged for them to get light. After he died, she arranged for them to get cable. Water was not a problem, either. Those were a few of the reasons she couldn't leave. Her mother wouldn't understand. Yes, they had to live with the occasional gun fire. But, those were not so frequent these days. The most volatile time used to be during general elections - so she had heard. In the time that she lived there, there had only been two elections. The member of parliament had visited them often and made big speeches. Over the years, Elaine noticed that nothing had changed. But, she knew better than to complain. Rupert used to tell her, no matter what, never say anything against the MP for even the walls to hear. They never talked about politics more than that. And, in the two elections, she did as Rupert had long ago advised, and voted with the rest of the community. She hadn't dared do any different for they were known to check the ballots. So, that was that.