She laughs again, recklessly. Lean over the table.
“Will it, kid? Will it?”
“Oh——how do I know? I’m no fortune teller.” Again she turns to the window. There are no fields to be seen now, but the stars look very large. Stars and darkness and the train going somewhere—somewhere—somewhere. And that man looking at her and appreciating all her expressions and knowing that he doesn’t understand her; wondering about her....
“Now what are you thinking about?”
But she’ll never tell you. You’ll always wonder about the girl you met on the train for a few minutes. Ships that pass in the night. It’s exciting to be going somewhere.
She doesn’t want any more ice cream. Go back to her chair and when someone asks you to play bridge refuse without even consulting her. No matter. Stare out of the window.
“You know, it’s a funny thing. This has been a much better day than I expected.”
“How do you mean?”
“Oh, you know. I thought it would be just the same. You can imagine, riding on trains day in, day out.”
“Yes, I can imagine.”