The Girl on the Train Page #3
in Westport.
There were three Alexandras,
but none of them were her.
When we got to the camp,
everything is very simple.
A man points left or right,
and you live or you die.
For my mother
and sisters, death.
I was big enough to work, so my
father and I go to the right.
in my hand,
but I saw that they were taking every
little piece of gold they could find...
Rings, bracelets.
You could only keep
the fillings in your teeth.
That they took
when you were dead.
I decided then and there...
that I would hold on to the little
cross the girl had given me,
no matter what.
Having a mission,
even if it's
only in your mind,
keeps you alive.
When I wasn't working,
I found myself
wandering the streets.
Somehow, I'd always wind up
back at the same place.
I remembered an old photo
I'd seen somewhere.
Watch things in real time,
and it's easy to believe
we're part of the world,
that our motion
is more than random,
our presence
more than accidental.
But a long exposure
reveals the truth.
We're just ghosts,
illusions we perpetrate
in ourselves.
So a guy's getting his
morning coffee and paper.
In line in front of him,
he sees this vision.
Gorgeous. I mean, right out
of the swimsuit edition.
And she's buying
a lottery ticket.
He's smitten.
Can't get a word out.
He lets her get away.
The next day, he goes back to the
store and he asks the owner,
"Do you know the girl who
bought the lottery ticket?"
And all the English this guy knows
is, "You buy something or get lost."
Right?
Well, our boy figures people
are creatures of habit,
so he finds himself
got a view of the store,
figuring sooner or later
she'll come by for her ticket.
He gets obsessed.
Days turn to weeks.
Seasons change.
He shows up late for work. He's
unavailable for his friends.
But wouldn't you know it. The day he
finally decides to give it all up...
She shows up.
Turns out
she was out of town.
Let me guess.
Why?
He sees the future.
They'll have their affair, and in
time it'll be no more than that...
An affair.
He can anticipate
the purr of her throat,
the scratchy quality
of her voice in the morning.
He closes his eyes,
It'll be good, but they have
about as much chance...
of making it in the long run as
she does of winning the lottery.
Because good
is never perfect.
In his fevered mind,
he's realized...
the unbridgeable distance
between real and ideal.
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