Monday, 9:35am. She is wearing black tights, a grey wool skirt, and a red overcoat. Reading paper. Expensive purse. Converse (ratty). Get’s on E train heading downtown.
Tuesday, 9:37am. She has headphones on, still reading paper (New York Times). Outfit similar save for color of leggings (grey) and skirt (navy). She looks up at me. We make tentative eye contact.
Wednesday, 9:36am. I am amazed by how punctual I’ve suddenly become at work. Woman with paper has no paper today. Is reading Jonathan Franzen book. Looks bored. She smiles at me when leaving train, in a “wow, what a coincidence” way.
Thursday, 10:15am. I over sleep. Shit. I am late. What’s worse is I am late to a review meeting. Can they fire you if you aren’t there to be fired? I imagine yelling, but instead I get stern looks, and disapproving head shaking (worse.)
Thursday, 6:45pm. I try to make amends by working late, but leave 10 minutes after my boss leaves. Will send a time stamp email from office account in 2 hours saying project “is in good shape.” Vague but supportive. See Newspaper Lady on train back to Brooklyn. She is crying. We make no eye contact but I attempt to pat her on back as she leaves train (weird). She instead of hitting me, smiles through tears, and mumbles “thanks.” Still never looks up at me though. What was she crying about? Maybe she was late for review and got fired? Decide this may be my alternate universe doppleganger.
Friday, 9:20am. Decide to go to work early. Tell this to roommate, but really I am at train station to see Newspaper Girl. Will she be crying? Happy? Not show up? Oddly, I am very nervous.
Friday, 9:40am. No sign of Newspaper Girl. Am beginning to worry.
Friday, 9:50am. If I don’t leave now, I will be late.
Friday, 10:15am. No sign of Newspaper Girl. I call in sick. When I get back on the train, to go home, I see Newspaper Girl (eureka!). She is wearing jeans, converse, and light army green colored jacket. I decide that chance occurrence is some sort of sign and I should follow her until I get to the bottom of this coincidence. Immediately, I regret this decision…
To be continued…