UNION STATION





There was nothing to it. The Super Chief was on time, as it almost always is, and the subject was as easy to spot as a kangaroo in a dinner jacket... She sat down and looked at the floor. An unhappy girl, if ever I saw one....


After a while she moved across the arches outside of which the taxis wait. She looked left at the coffee shop, turned and went into the main dining room, glanced at the drugstore and the newsstand, the information booth, and the people sitting on the clean wooded benches. Some of the ticket windows were open, some not. She wasn't interested in them. She sat down again and looked up at the big clock.

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