who became friends, some who to be up too early, she said. His left their husbands for more early morning movements secure or stable lives, or simply disturbed her. He preferred it that because they were unhappy. A way, especially when he was up at few like Carol stayed with their 3:20 in the morning, showering, men of the railroad, and grabbing coffee, keys and his sometimes she entertained them. engineer’s bag and slipping Most of the time, Brett ate at the quietly into frosty mornings to breakfast nook, coffee in the make his commute. It was morning before driving half an possible that Laurie fell in love hour or an hour to his latest point with this room much like she had of origin, and then making the fallen in love with the man who journey back again. slept in it, perhaps before she met him, before she knew his name, Laurie could see people and before she saw the room. lining these walls, sitting in these easy, velvet and intricately carved Rich cool blue carpet, chairs, talking, laughing. If the maple furniture with carved brass living room had presented her handles, a chest of deep drawers, with more personal memories, a long dresser that matched the the dining room spoke of lighter nightstands and the bed, the long moments, and holiday meals top home to all of Brett’s personal enjoyed. items: keys, spare change, a pair of tweezers, small pocket knife, a But it was master railroad watch bought by his late bedroom that held the biggest wife. Now her already over surprise. The large simply stimulated senses took in cool furnished room was a personal blue backgrounds comforting to glimpse into where and how he tired eyes, soft light played on the spent his quiet hours. Carol, he dresser from the lamp that hung told her, slept in another room on a hook from the ceiling. across the house. They had not shared sleeping quarters. He had
who became friends, some who left their husbands for more secure or stable lives, or simply because they were unhappy. A few like Carol stayed with their men of the railroad, and sometimes she entertained them. Most of the time, Brett ate at the breakfast nook, coffee in the morning before driving half an hour or an hour to his latest point of origin, and then making the journey back again. Laurie could see people lining these walls, sitting in these easy, velvet and intricately carved chairs, talking, laughing. If the living room had presented her with more personal memories, the dining room spoke of lighter moments, and holiday meals enjoyed. But it was master bedroom that held the biggest surprise. The large simply furnished room was a personal glimpse into where and how he spent his quiet hours. Carol, he told her, slept in another room across the house. They had not shared sleeping quarters. He had to be up too early, she said. His early morning movements disturbed her. He preferred it that way, especially when he was up at 3:20 in the morning, showering, grabbing coffee, keys and his engineer’s bag and slipping quietly into frosty mornings to make his commute. It was possible that Laurie fell in love with this room much like she had fallen in love with the man who slept in it, perhaps before she met him, before she knew his name, and before she saw the room. Rich cool blue carpet, maple furniture with carved brass handles, a chest of deep drawers, a long dresser that matched the nightstands and the bed, the long top home to all of Brett’s personal items: keys, spare change, a pair of tweezers, small pocket knife, a railroad watch bought by his late wife. Now her already over stimulated senses took in cool blue backgrounds comforting to tired eyes, soft light played on the dresser from the lamp that hung on a hook from the ceiling.
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