Monday, March 07, 2005


Henrietta Stevens was riding the train downtown holding a creased manila envelope that contained the personal effects they’d found on her husband when he died. They included: his grimy wedding band, four crumpled one dollar bills and assorted coins, his keys (naturally), half a pack of American Spirits that appeared as though someone had sat on them, and his recently washed hanky. The train was crowded and so Henrietta had to stand, one hand clutching the greasy pole and the other hanging onto the envelope. She didn’t get a seat until a well-dressed man with two perfectly good legs got out at Astor Place.

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