This is an express train
But as we talked, I had this horrible pit in my stomach. You should take her home, a little voice said. Her town was barely half an hour away from the train station stop by car. It didn’t make sense to drive her fifteen minutes to another train station just to make her spend 80 minutes on a train. It made even less sense to have her stay at the first train station, waiting over 2 hours for the next train to come. The only plans Erik and I had were to go home and eat boxed Indian food from Trader Joe’s.
Posted by Griswold on 02/23 at 04:23 PM
