After 20 years as a full-time1 wife and mother, I decided2 now that my kids were grown, I needed a part-time job to keep me busy. I decided to drive a school bus.
Charlie began riding my bus in September of my fourth year driving. Eight years old, with blond hair and crystalline（透明的，水晶般的） gray eyes, he got on with a group of children. They all had stories to tell me about their summers. Charlie, though, ignored me. He didnt even answer when I asked his name.
From that day on, Charlie was a trial. If a fight broke out I didnt have to turn my head to know who had started it. If someone was throwing spitballs（纸团，唾沫球） I could guess the culprit（犯人，罪犯） s name. If a girl was crying, chances were Charlie had pulled her hair. No matter how I spoke3 to him, gently or firmly, he wouldnt say a word. Hed just stare at me with those big gray eyes of his.
I asked around some, and found out Charlies father was dead and he didnt live with his mother. He deserves my patience, I thought. So I practiced every bit of patience I could muster4. To my cheery Good morning, he was silent. When I wished him a happy Halloween, he sneered5. Many, many times I asked myself how I could reach Charlie. Im at my wits end, Id say. Still I was sure that this child needed to feel some warmth from me. So, when hed pass by, Id ruffle6（弄皱，扰乱） his hair or pat him on the arm.
Toward the end of that year, the kids on my bus gave me a small trophy7（奖品，纪念品） inscribed8 To the Best Bus Driver Ever. I propped9 it up on the dashboard（仪表盘） . On TOP I hung a small tin heart that a little girl had given me. In red paint she had written, I love Polly and Polly loves me.
On the next-to-last day of school I was delayed a few minutes talking to the principal. When I got on the bus I realized that the tin heart was gone. Does anyone know what happened to the little heart that was up here? I asked. For once with 39 children, there was silence.
One boy piped up, Charlie was the first one on the bus. I bet he took it. Other children joined the chorus, Yeah! Charlie did it! Search him!
I asked Charlie, Have you seen the heart? I dont know what youre talking about, he protested. Standing10 up, he took a few pennies and a small ball out of his pockets. See, I dont have it. I bet he does! insisted the girl who had given me the heart. Check his pockets.
Charlie glowered11（怒视） when I asked him to come forward. His gaze burned into mine. I stuck my hand into one pocket. Nothing. I reached into the other pocket. Then I felt itthe familiar outline of the small tin heart. Charlie stared at me for a long time. There were no tears in those big gray eyes, no plea for mercy. He seemed to be waiting for what hed come to expect from the world. I was about to pull the tin heart out of Charlies pocket when I sTOPped myself. Let him keep it, a voice seemed to whisper.
It must have fallen off before I got here, I said to the kids. Ill probably find it back at the bus depot（仓库，停车点） . Without a word, Charlie returned to his seat. When he got off at his sTOP, he didnt so much as glance at me. That summer Charlie moved away...
Eventually I retired12. And there my story as a school bus driver ends, except for one more incident. A dozen years after retirement13 I was in a department store in Kansas City, when someone said tentatively（暂时地，试验性地） , Polly? I turned to see a balding（变秃的） man who was approaching middle age. Yes? His face didnt look familiar until I noticed his big gray eyes. There was no doubt. It was Charlie.
He told me he was living in Montana and doing well. Then, to my surprise, he hugged me. After he let go, he pulled something from his pocket and held it up for me to see. An old key chain...bent14 out of shape, the lettering faded. You can probably guess what it wasthe little tin heart that said, I love Polly and Polly loves me.
You were the only one who kept trying, he explained. We hugged again, and went our separate ways. I am so happy Id done a good job.
