He remembered dancing with her two or three times. Now she was heavier and frowsier. She’d taken The World as Will and Idea out of her battered leather bag.
WHAT MADE YOU ASK ME TO DANCE BY ROBERT EARLE 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 29
They boarded the shuttle to the Amtrak line. The idling engine sent tremors through the antiquated passenger car. He sat on the left side, she on the right. Two college students. He noticed her noticing him.
“Did we meet somewhere once?” he asked.
“I think so.”
“Where was it?”
“I …