And considering my options.
I left Jeff at the top of the stairs and ducked back into Grand Central Station. The express from Scarsdale was letting out a steady stream of the City's movers and shakers. Squaring my shoulders, I walked against them. Before long, they were all gone and I was back where they all started.
My dear Talie,
ReplyDeleteI think this is a beautifully and poetically written. Also, I miss you.
Love,
Amanda