She kisses him again. "I had no idea... This is really amazing. REALLY amazing. Hey... oh, I've got an idea!"
It's twilight now, and with gradual abruptness the light through the windows baths everyone in pink-gold. Sable seems like an idol in it, an old painting. She flashes him a grin -- that look that's only his -- and climbs up onto the back of the seat. She calls for attention -- easily had, since everyone automatically speaks more quietly on long trips in busses and planes and suchlike. She asks if they would like to hear a story. The hesitation of the confused passengers turns to approval when she explains it's a book her NEWLYWED HUSBAND wrote about her for kids. That, combined with Sable's natural charisma, quickly gains her an audience and not a single objector. Even the bus driver seems to approve of her eccentricity as she perches on the back of the bus seat, straddling it like a horse, and reads Soren's book aloud to the riders all the way through Jersey, well after sunset.
By the end, well after dark, half the passengers will have fallen asleep like kids listening to mom read stories at bedtime, and the other half will be asking for the title and name to buy it for themselves at whatever stop they get off.
And Sable, grinning, gives it to all of them and slides back down next to Soren, stretching her legs which are a little cramped from balancing on the seat back for so long.