On the train she indicated that she’d been assaulted by a friend of her older brother when in her middle teens. Details murky and sad.
On the train he said that his partner of decades, estranged, worked with deaf kids. He saw the loss of her as a “great, enduring fuckup.”
On the train she coiled her necklace, some trinket from St. Mark’s Place, around her fingers, like a proposition she couldn’t resolve.
On the train he said that he hadn’t slept with anyone for years. Said his one successful relationship had been with solitariness itself.
