I wasn't supposed to see this, and
neither--by extension--should you have.
Something caused the train to be delayed by
almost four hours. I didn't care.
Once I settle into my seat I stop keeping track of time. Instead of
rolling into
Chicago in daylight I saw my third sunset since
Seattle. I'd call that a bonus.
It wasn't as nice for Sarah, sad to say, who'd gone straight to Union
Station
after a day of leaving-town errands and hadn't had a chance to check
the status
and thus ended up haunting the area like a whaler's wife on a widow's
walk.
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