Car One, 11:30Things in the car have quieted considerably since Tim's early departure. Thurston is still buried in his laptop, mumbling over a large batch of power-point slides for his presentation. The fraternitity brothers are playing twenty-one and telling stories in low tones. An elderly woman sits in the farthest sear back knitting. George Lambert, who boarded in Phlidelphia, along with his wife, Grace, is restless. Grace is half asleep, her chin hitting her chest every minute or so, bringing her back to consciousness. George is not a happy man. He glares at Grace as she sleeps. It is odd, he thinks, that I could ever have loved this woman the way I used to. Grace dreams of a vacation in Greece, surrounded by young tan men, with the bodies of Greek gods.
The intercom system brings Grace awake.
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