The Fifth Avenue bus Hanife usually took came slipping up

to the corner and Hanife, pleased not to worry about

a taxi, started for the stop. She had reached out

her hand to take the rail inside the bus door

when she was roughly elbowed aside and the ugly customer

in the light hat shoved on ahead of her. Hanife

muttered and started to follow, but the bus door closed

on the packed crowd inside and the last thing Hanife

saw as the bus went off down the street was

the man in the light hat slyly grinning at her.

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Paraphrases from the story “Paranoia” by Shirley Jackson.

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