Carries it with him everywhere. Even carries it to the funky little bathroom at the back of the bus. Has big teeth and stringy hair the color of wet asphalt. Talks loud and snorts when she laughs. In her lap is a whiney, screechy little thing that never gives up.
Face is thin and dirty and makes a noise like cats fighting in a pile of scrap metal.
The horse-faced woman calls it Sugar Pea and she paws at it with thick fingers. Next to Horse-face, her husband is stiff and quiet. He doesn't say much even when she talks at him. No one could sleep next to that racket. Whenever Horse-face or the Sugar Pea bump on him, his short ropey arms fly up in spastic jerks to cover his eyes.