CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The train rocked slowly, the soft, upholstered chair cradling me as I rested my hands on its arms. I slowly rotated to get different views of the passing scenery. I wanted to remember every single detail of the experience.
"Excuse me, miss, would you mind if I sit here, please?"
I rotated my chair and looked up at a tall, thin elderly man. His hair was like silver thread, which set off the blue in his eyes. He was very old - even older than Margo, I was sure - but he was spry and alert, with straight posture.
"Please do, sir," I nodded as I gestured to the seat next to mine. He placed a brown and yellow straw suitcase in the rack above us before lowering himself into his seat.
"Wow, you're tall," I couldn't help but remark.
"Yes, ma'am, six foot five. My mother calle
