to Grand Central Station.
As the train approached the platform, the cover of today's New York Post appeared plastered to the inside front window of the train. It seems the conductor had been reading the paper, then left the front page headline, just so, for all to see. Thus, Maitresse got on a train called "Massacre." I later fell asleep on the Massacre train that took me to the City.
Will post something substantive once I've had some java in my system...
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