I begged the conductor to wait for the elderly lady who, in spite of her 70 or so years' had run to get her purse left behind in her car. The train would not wait not even for one minute. As she ran back onto the platform the train pulled out and as I apologized for not being able to stop the train I started to weep.
Weeping sometimes comes to me in unusual moments, a visitor who does not always explain the reason for her visit but she did spur me on to tenderness and tea. Breathless from her efforts but not distressed by the train's ill manners she gladly accepted my company and we gently filled the hours wait with our stories and Earl Grey.
Weeping sometimes comes to me in unusual moments, a visitor who does not always explain the reason for her visit but she did spur me on to tenderness and tea. Breathless from her efforts but not distressed by the train's ill manners she gladly accepted my company and we gently filled the hours wait with our stories and Earl Grey.
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