Trout waited for the women in the seats across the aisle to start talking. They didn’t seem to care whether anyone listened to their conversation. Sometimes he saw their eyes rise above the seats, hoping to spot an enraptured audience. He opened a can of beer, muffling the sound with a shirt, in his bag. There was no reason for the trip. Nothing for him at the destination. He put the empty can in his bag and went to sleep.
The bus lurched and woke Trout up. He looked out the window, trying to recognize the dark landscape speeding by.