Contributor: Sarah S. Cain
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Margaret thought it would be fun to take the train to Boston, but now it seemed like an ordeal. Brian bounced in his window seat though there was little enough to see in the dark. He made faces at himself and stuck out his tongue. Soon though she could give him his medicine, and he'd calm down.
“Mom, Mom, Mom, Mo--”
“What is it, Brian?”
“Look! There’s a man with a purple tie!” He pointed across the aisle to the slim blond man in the gray suit who indeed wore a bright purple tie. He didn’t glance up when Brian pointed him out, though he must have heard his voice. He was youngish. Thirties, Margaret thought.
“Yes, Brian. There’s a man with a purple tie. Keep your voice down.”
Sometimes Margaret wished she could wear earphones when she was with Brian. She listened to the train clack over the rails. It...
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Sarah S. Cain
