The morning of November third dawned clear and a little bit on the cold side. I showered and dressed in the best of the clothes I had left to me, spent the time to blow dry my hair and I even applied the most basic makeup, because first impressions are important. I was going to need to find a hairdresser before long who could wrangle my unruly curls into something tamer.
Breakfast was a cup of coffee and a piece of toast, and I took the time to clean up the books on the table before I left the house in search of the train station. I wasn"t prepared for the standing-room-only train, but I staked out a spot by one of the doors, put my headphones on, and turned on some music, then spent most of the forty-minute ride into the city scrolling through the email accounts I had been ignoring. We w
