I moved through the cars. Obviously, I needed to go through a few cars to get to the ones with the sleepers. I had to step sideways in order to slide past a few people, holding my garment bag and my backpack out of the way so I wouldn"t bump heads. The dress was extremely heavy, being made of yards of velvet. I couldn"t wait to put it down as the load strained my fingers; they were beginning to tingle.
Finally, I stepped through what looked to be a car with private quarters to one side of the car. Some of the shades were already drawn. Up ahead, a handsome man in a really dapper gray suit, hat and gloves, walked up the aisle, glancing down at the ticket in his hand. I looked at my ticket too. Then he looked up above the doors of the berths. I began doing the same. Ah, they were numbered.
