every monday through friday now for months he rode the morning train. she was always in the subway before him- had arrived early enough to procure a bench and she always sat in the same coat with the same familiar white wires running from her pocket to her ears and he wondered what they told her every day.
he thought of this as he walked to the subway, earlier than usual, earlier than ever before, determined to greet her at the bottom of the stairs. glancing around the room, then at his watch, he settled down near the stairs, waiting. as he sat, his eyelids grew heavy.
startled by the clack of high heels, his head snapped up. there she was! right in front of him!
without a chance to speak or even catch her eye, a dollar dropped from her hand into his lap. she walked on.
no, he hadn't planned on what to say to her. the need for "i'm not a bum" hadn't crossed his mind.
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