TOday on the subway platform, I saw an attractive couple, young, crisp in their white polo shirts. She was slightly aloof, he was trying very hard to make her smile. He would touch her arm to no effect. He’d peck her cheek. He’d peck again. She’d pull away. Then it became clear there was something wrong. I couldn’t hear what they were saying until he raised his voice and I heard him say, “I’ll try harder, I will.” She looked away. Oh, baby, don’t go there. He pulled her to him and kissed her head, then her neck, and again she shook him off. Then, she took out the heavy artillery and wiped a tear away.
I positioned myself to follow them into the same subway car when it came. We all got seats; I was caddy corner to them. Now, all of a sudden she’s smiling. What did I miss? He’s playing fingy wingy with her long, tan fingers. Somewhere along the way they clearly made up. Now, he is kissing her hand. Her hand! He holds it like a small, grey mouse. He looks happy. She’s talking and laughing. I feel much better.
What is wrong with me and do you understand?
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