A woman on the bus. Honey brown hair. Smelled like baby powder. Age 40 or so. Held a map in her hand, and kept checking the route. I knew she was going to the zoo. There was no other place to go with a map in one’s hand. I wanted to tell her that the zoo was the last stop. That she didn’t have to worry. I said nothing. It looked like she was oddly satisfied with being in control of something.