“It’s very kind of you to be so concerned,” Arliva said, “and I will certainly do as you suggest.”
“There’s a good girl and I hope we’ll meet again sometime,” the man replied. “I get off at the next station, but I’ll be thinking about you because I can’t help it. I’m hoping against hope that we’ll meet again.”
Arliva held out her hand.
“I have enjoyed meeting you very much and thank you for your kindness.”
He shook her hand and shook it hard.
Then, as the train stopped, he opened the door and jumped out.
“Goodbye,” he called out through the open window raising his hat. “Take good care of yourself.”
He walked away and joined a number of people who had already disembarked at the station.
Arliva sat back smiling to herself.
She had at least met one man who was interested enough in he
