Chapter 5: Andy
We had agreed to meet at the South Boulevard ‘L’ stop on Chicago Avenue at seven o’clock. The sunny morning was a distant memory now, since the temperatures had dropped during the day and gray clouds had rolled in over Lake Michigan. Now, as I paced opposite the ‘L’ stop, a light drizzle, more of a mist really, began to fall.
I was fifteen or twenty minutes early. I didn’t want to miss him and studied each train that stopped, wondering if he would be on it. I stared at every commuter as he or she hurried by and got a few glares in return.
He was five minutes late, but I saw him as soon as he exited the station. Even though the area beneath the ‘L’ tracks was hidden in shadow, I knew it was him. It was as though my heart was drawn to him and just his dark form called to m
