Bedtime Story: The Night Train — Night 22
The Night Train
Copyright 2014 by Barbara Hinske
True to his word, the taxi driver deposited Rachel at the charming old-world home of his sister, an energetic widow in her fifties with a pair of friendly dachshunds. The woman showed her to a room decorated in sunny yellow floral fabrics set off against carved mahogany furniture. The dogs trailed after their master and returned with her when she brought Rachel a cup of tea and a plate of biscuits to enjoy as she settled in. Rachel sank into an oversized armchair to enjoy these offerings and the dogs quickly joined her. For the first time in almost 4 days, she relaxed and let her mind drift.
Rachel woke with a start at the insistent knocking on her door. The dogs were scratching to get out and she pushed herself from the chair.
“Sorry, love. It’s suppertime for the dogs.”
Rachel smiled at her hostess. “I didn’t intend to sleep all afternoon.”
“You must have needed to. Do you have dinner plans?”
“Is there a restaurant close by? I need to eat fast and get to work.”
“You Americans; always rushing,” the woman said reproachfully. “Nothing within walking distance. I’m fixing a bit of chicken and potatoes for myself and can bring you a tray, if you’d like. Or you can join me.”
“Very kind of you. I’ll get started—please let me know when you’re ready.”