From Zadie Smith's ON BEAUTY:

"Just before Thanksgiving, a lovely thing happened.

"Zora was in Boston, leaving a second-hand bookstore she had never visited before. It was Thursday, her free day, and, despite a prediction of gale-force winds, she'd gone into town on a whim. She bought a thin volume of Irish verse, and was holding on to her hat and stepping out to the sidewalk, when a cross-country bus pulled up in front of her. Jerome stepped off. Home a day early for the Thanksgiving weekend."