![]() ![]() ![]() “It was around this time last year when everything came apart,” I said, turning my plastic cup on the table. ![]() At first, I was surprised that we could drink openly on the train, but my friend assured me that we could eat and drink whatever we wanted because the café car was closed on this route-and besides, he had been taking this train three days a week for a decade and he knew every conductor on it and could get away with anything. We sat at a table in the café car, the panoramic windows looking out on the vast sweep of the Hudson. My friend had treated me to lunch before the talk and to a drink afterward, so that by the time we hit the train back into the city, where we both lived, we had sailed through the small talk and were ready for the blood and guts.Īfter we opened the second bottle of wine, which he’d been keeping in his satchel, I told him about the worst thing that had happened to me in the last three years, as this was the period of time that had elapsed since we last saw each other. ![]() There had been three people in attendance and one had fallen asleep halfway through. I had traveled up the Hudson Line at my friend’s invitation to deliver a lecture to his literature students at the college where he taught. ![]()
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