Kerry: The 8:13 into the CityIt was mid-November and school had begun for me and work continued for Suze. I had gotten a Queen-sized bed around Labor Day but she was still at her Aunt’s and I was still at my Mom’s during the week. Neither of us was ready to move in together because, well, there was her Aunt’s house and there was my Mom’s house. But it worked.
For weekday mornings, she and I developed our routine. I took the 8:13 train from Tuckahoe, positioning myself to where the first door of the third car would open. (Commuters learn how to do this.) Since during rush hour my stop was only the second one for the train, the car was not crowded and I sat at the window in the third row on the right side of the train’s center, putting my now-treasured Columbia backpack on the empty middle
