So many tragic events, so many things that knocked us for a loop, all in a week’s time. On Friday I went to meet a friend downtown. I got off the bus, and as I did a police car pulled up and parked at an angle in front of the bus I just exited, stopping it. All the traffic came to a standstill at that point.
I looked back and saw nothing but the police car blocking traffic. I continued to walk toward the restaurant.
Later when I took the train home, I was sitting in a shelter on the platform watching a young boy take off both his jackets and reverse them, zipping them up tightly. Then he carefully lowered the cuffs of his pants. I thought he must have dressed too lightly for the cold and was trying to get as warm as he could. I looked at his shoes, which were pristine white sneakers, and thought, “he has beautifully shaped feet, odd in a young boy.” He was very slight and handsome. We both got on the train. He stood near the door. Later he grabbed a young woman’s cell phone and used those lovely feet to run down the platform and elude her and the others pursuing him.
On Saturday I told Suzy the story and she said: “He reversed the jackets, so that when he ran away and was described as wearing a red jacket, he could discard that jacket and appear in the blue one.”
She reads a lot of mysteries.