I feel almost giddy as the motor purrs to life. I imagine you waiting for me across town, pacing and watching the clock, as eager as I am to begin our new life. Our tickets—the ones you bought for yesterday’s Limited—have gone to waste. How I wish I had decided sooner and left in time to make that train. We’d be in Chicago by now, perhaps on our way to the registrar’s office. But we’ll buy new tickets when we get to the station and at long last wave farewell to New York. A day later than we’d planned, perhaps, but what’s one day compared to a lifetime?
well shit... what now??? I wonder if it's the sister who wrote the goodbye letter?? Belle didn't write anything? just needed an extra day??
