“Ah! Those must be the royal cars,” Virdin said, watching the engine slowly pull the elegant cars up alongside the rest of the train. “A little difficult for them to join the train without people noticing, isn"t it?” He laughed. “They"ll no doubt be going to their summer home after we"ve stopped at Patchwork.”
While men in the train yard worked to get the new cars positioned on the same set of tracks, we were next to board. It was none too soon; my feet were killing me.
Virdin showed the conductor his ticket. “Here you go.”
The conductor looked at the ticket and let him on. I was next. I frantically looked through my handbag and couldn"t find my ticket. Then it dawned on me that it was most likely in my jeans pocket; I"d forgotten to take it out. I hadn"t planned on getting off.
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