“He forgot his hat!”

A black knit hat with a white snowflake intarsia lays on the floor of the E line bus.

I’m just tapping on, beeping my card against the fare reader, so I don’t see where the conversation starts. By the time I get to the standing space, everybody’s heads are up.

A woman with cropped black hair and roll-aboard luggage reaches down to grab the hat.

The white-bearded man in the stained Bacardi Limon coat reaches over. “Here, I’ll pass it to the driver.” He reaches over the little dog in his lap…