She road the train back. Something she'd never done until the way there. Her friend didn't act impressed on the way, but she was amazed. All the scenery and the people passing by, and she didn't have to lift a finger. And there was a snack cart, just like the movies. At the co-op people talked about how
America
would never change. It was in the hand of big car. She felt that now, on the way back, it felt like every car that passed was grey.
Now she moved to the aisle and looked at other things in the train, other people. She wondered where they were going. Wanted to walk up to another girl. "Why are you here?". But everyone remained silent.
At her house she got ready the wood floor seemed cold and old. A bad idea. She had two doors one front and one back in her apartment. It was a fire thing, but she hated it now. They wouldn't do that in Chicago. They'd have figured something else out.
A place where she usually felt peace she felt attacked, another cog in the great world moving towards what being alone? Did she want this?
