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Perched on the edge of a firm green seat, bus attendant Loretta Gallaviz picked up a book and began to read aloud.
“One morning, Annie could not find Taffy anywhere,” she read, as the bus on which she was riding made its way down the street. “She looked and looked, but Taffy was gone. Annie was very lonely.”