One day I was taking a bus. The driver didn't       1     to start the bus soon because it was not yet 2  .A middle-aged woman got on. Tired and sad, she told her story  3  , not to anyone particular. On her way to the station, half of her    4   was stolen. The other half was hidden under her blouse, so she    5 still had some left. A few minutes later, she stopped crying, but still looked  6