|The Tramp Rides The Train
Mad Scientess Jane Expat
The woman flops down next to me with a sigh. She wedges her cane between me and her own meaty leg. She's already talking when she turns the two enormous lenses of her glasses towards me. "Oh my goodness. I'm so tired. It feels so good to sit down. Well, I can change at King's Cross for the Circle line, now, can't I?"|
"Yes, that's what the man back there said. I've been walking all day, you know. It's just lovely out there, don't you think? I can't hold up walking as much as I used to, I have to sit down in the pub and have a glass or two. It warms you right up."
She pauses to inhale loudly through her false teeth. "Yes, I think-"
"I used to be quite fond of walking. Dancing, too! My girlfriends and I would go dancing and the boys would walk right up to me and give me flowers and chocolates. They did! You wouldn't believe it to look at me now, but I was a very pretty girl."
"I wouldn't say-"
"It's a shame that doesn't last. Well, no use worrying about it. My daughters – I have four daughters, can you believe it? And all of them married now. I was in the Square today meeting my second youngest daughter's husband's mother and you can tell she never got over that. She's got a problem with her thyroid and she's quite large now, if you know what I mean. Poor thing. Can't live with anybody. She's far too particular about everything. She doesn't know how to let things go. You've got to let things go, do you know what I mean?"
"Living alone isn't good for older people. I'm glad my husband's alive. I shouldn't like to be lonely, I think it makes you peculiar, don't you agree?"
"Yes," I say, "with all my heart."