ABSTRACT
It looms up, a large greyish shape with ill-defined edges. I like to think of it as a friendly whale in murky sea waters. Out of the dusky green of the fog, the bus that will take me to the Palace crawls to a stop. Like Jonah, I climb in. Its soft lights envelop me and the conductor greets me warmly, for he doesn't fear my travel I ing alone. He knows I am a dancer but he has seen my sharp eyes as I repel any potential threat to my reputation. Some people think, you know, that if you show your body to the public on stage you must be willing to show it to anyone in private. My aunt was horrified when mother told her I was hoping to be a dancer.
