The school bus is old. The windows are cracked. Rust has broken out like acne on the chipped yellow paint. Intricate webs of silver duct tape fail to conceal the rips and cracks in the old vinyl seats.
The bus chugs along Mill Road. The rattles are almost deafening. As Mr. Tiani downshifts for the bridge the kids get a blast of the stink from the river below.
Holding their noses, the kids leap out of their seats. It takes only a second or two to slam all the windows shut. It has to be the all-time worst smell in the world. Rotten eggs, septic tanks, and the reptile...