I NEVER WONDERED WHERE YOU WENT "The old man glanced over the bus's schedule, his wrinkled skin like melting wax, his grizzly hair catching the glow of nearby lights. Perhaps he was lonely, or maybe just inclined toward companionship, casual in his disdain for the unwritten rules of both British politeness and urban solitude.
'Where are you going to, young man?' he asked.
'You know... I think I already did.'
The old man...