Chapter 6We were on our way to the Western stop on the Brown Line. It was my former stop, my old neighborhood, just minutes away from my new one. How odd that Karl and I had simply changed places. Perhaps our moving vans passed as we made our way to different lives.
Karl, of course, didn’t want to meet with us. Paula pleaded with him, and while he still didn’t invite us to wherever he lived now, he did agree to meet us at the Starbucks on Lincoln and Wilson. He said he only had a half hour or so, then he had to get to work.
I laughed as we got off the train, not because anything was funny, but simply because I was suddenly so nervous.
Paula looked back. “What’s so funny?”
“Oh God, nothing. This. This whole situation. I never would have believed I’d be doing this a week ago.”
We headed
