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‘Have you ever lost your memory before?’ ‘I don’t know,’ he says, so ingenuously that they both laugh.
Smiles are for friends and babies and jokes and family. Not for strangers on trains.
An exquisite moment of suspended existence beyond which lies the potential for everything.
Remember, they might say in years to come, that night. When we first touched?
‘Well,’ he countered, ‘he’s not exactly normal is he?’ ‘Well, no,’ said Tony, ‘but then, who is? Really? It’s something you realise the older you get. Everyone’s a bit strange.’
It is like onions. People reveal themselves to you a layer at a time. That is why you should wait. Wait until you get to the layers near the bottom. Usually where the worst stuff is. And then, if the worst stuff is not so bad, then you marry.’
She knows nothing of his childhood, of his past. She knows nothing of his scars. But she knows they are there.
They know nothing of any significance whatsoever. But they do know they love each other.
She’d been acting the role of the scary woman for years because deep down inside she was scared. Scared of being alone. Scared of being an outsider. Scared that she’d had all her chances at happiness and blown each and every one of them.
