She knew it then, standing before the turning camera, shocked at her own loneliness. And she knew it, the filming over, in the lounge of the Plaza having a drink with me. Because she said, Are you going back by train, Jake?

  I said, I don't know; why?

  Because if you are, I'd like to go with you. And I knew that on the long leisurely trip back, whatever might have happened between us before and hadn't been allowed to, was going to have its chance.

  Playboy, April 1965, 12(4):111-112, 114, 140-141, 143

 

 

  Jack Finney, The Jack Finney Reader

 

 

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