The Spirit of an Angel (Chapter 1 - The Train Ride, page 2 of 22)


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I was wishing my friend Amy could have traveled with us, but she was preparing for college. Unlike Dave, she felt it would be too long to be away. She would have enjoyed listening in on the conversation of the young couple. They had sat down in the double seat right in front of me. I could see them partially between the four inch space in the middle of the seats. I was enjoying watching them and couldn't avoid hearing their conversation; they provided a little entertainment on an otherwise dull journey.

For the first time I picked up the book my brother Mitch had given me to read, "Watership Down." I opened it and was acting like I was reading and oblivious to them, although they had my full attention.

They were talking about a variety of topics but what got my attention was the mention of a robbery. That's when they began to whisper. I could feel the girl turn and peek at me through the space in the seats, but I kept my eyes glued to the book acting like I was not hearing a word they were saying. When on a train, the sounds are deceiving. Because of the noises of the tracks passing underneath and the steady rumble and vibrations I could see why they would think their conversation would not be heard, even with me sitting right behind them. But I could hear every word.

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