And so, I was waiting at Penn Station when her train arrived on the next Saturday morning. She’d e-mailed me the time the train would arrive, a little description of herself, and the color of her coat. I was fairly sure I could pick her out of the crowd.
Then, there she was stepping off the train. She was shorter than I thought, but her hair and makeup was immaculate. She was at least thirty pounds overweight. Good thing I don’t have an issue with overweight.
“Phoebe?” I asked as I walked up to her.
She turned toward my voice.
“Ally?”
“Hi,” I smiled at her.
She reached out to give me a hug.
“Have you had lunch? or breakfast?” I asked.
“I’m starving,” she said. “Do you have somewhere in mind?”
“There’s a great coffee shop down in the village, where everyone goes,” I started. “Just
