The train rolled into the station and the crowd jostled onto the cars.
I noticed her immediately.
She wore a bulky black coat, turquoise pants and bright red shoes
Her hair was a soft halo of white, and delicate gold earrings hung like drops of rain from her ears.
Her accent was thick and indecipherable to me: guttural and loud.
Her friend was the more animated of the two, speaking assertively and negatively about a mutual friend who’d be in the rest home “until she dies”.
These two women behaved as if in a world of their own.
It seemed strange that a conversation of such specific personal detail would unfold in such a public place.
Loud voices. Sharing intimate details. On the subway.
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