Her skin is too thin for the whipping wind, her bones too hollow for the bumping train, and so Wanda finds herself equally uncomfortable on and off the L. She adjusts her glasses and zips her coat up higher. She scoots herself as far away as she can from the overweight man sitting next to her. A woman her age shouldn’t have to travel like this; a woman her age should have dutiful children who would take time off work to drive her to the doctor’s office. They would be visibly disturbed to learn about her sore throat. They would insist that she get checked out right away. Wanda knows she should have thought about this years ago, when Stanley offered her his hand. But at the time it was so easy to turn him away. Her beauty was too vivid for his plain face, her pride too strong for his humble offer. How could she have known she’d never have another chance?
The wind is ridiculous today. In other news, I am wearing fabulous bright red tights, and I'm pretty excited about it. That is all.