What planet are you on?
William's lips hadn't moved that time. She'd been watching. She thought the young man was somehow trying to make fun of her.
"Excuse me," she said coldly. She picked up her apple and her pen knife and her handbag and brushed past him into the aisle. She looked around, saw a seat three rows back on the opposite side of the bus. She went to it and settled down, moving over against the window.
William was staring around at her with a puzzled expression on his face.
Hello.
She jerked her head away from him angrily and stared out the window at the cold, barren plain. He's not at all nice, she thought.
Hello.
Grimly she refused to listen. He must be doing it with a sort of radio set, she thought. It's probably some sort of thing they advertize in magazines for $2.98. She blinked her eyes. I wish he'd stop. I don't think it's a bit funny.
Hello.
After a few more miles, the voice stopped.