Just Missed the Train... by John Rohner:

Part Two

He gave the cashier the bill.  Her name was 
Eileen.  Funny, he knew her name the first 
day.  She was the one who usually waited on 
him.  She looked up at him and smiled.  "How 
are you today?"  She asked while pushing the 
buttons on the cash register.  "Okay…It's a 
nice day." He absently muttered.  All he 
could think about was the piece of paper 
that meant so much to him.  After it was 
rang up, she casually impaled it on the huge 
nail with the others.  This bothered him 
slightly.  She looked at him, "6.38" she 
commented.  "Um, yeah, here's a ten, give 
the change to Helena for tip." He passed her 
a ten-dollar bill, still transfixed on the 
paper.  Then impulsively, he continued, "can 
I get a pack of juicyfruit, too" noticing it 
in the showcase of gum and mints that resided 
under the register.  "Sure, hon.." She said 
and reached into the case.  He couldn't 
believe it himself, as he reached over at the 
speed of light, quickly tearing the check off 
its spike and put it in his pocket, like a 
thief.  She straightened up and extended a 
pack of gum towards Puppy.  He reached out, 
trying to control his nervousness.  'That was 
stupid, what could I possibly say if I got 
caught!' he thought to himself. "Thanks." He 
said and turned and exited out the door to the 
sound of clashing bells.

	Back outside, he felt normal again.  How 
stressful it was to eat breakfast, he laughed.  
He started to untie Tafari.  "Shit, I'm sorry, 
girl" he said to the dog.  In all the 
hullabaloo, he forgot to get his leftovers to go.  
"I'll make it up to later." He softly told her.  
The Dalmatian seemed sated by this statement, 
and happily wagged her little spotted tail as 
Puppy untied her.  Such a nice, calm dog.  She 
seemed just so happy to be with him she didn't 
care where or when.  Puppy noticed Samuel 
standing outside the Box Office booth, smoking a 
cigar.  The duo made their way over.


	As they neared, they received a friendly 
greeting.  "Hi there!  How's my two favorite 
puppies today?"  Samuel bellowed.  Puppy smiled

Samuel was a good man.  He was very liked in the 
community.  He was even the coach of the Centreville 
field hockey team.  Samuel was a man in his 
fifties, and he wore it well.  The only real 
wrinkles on his face were what he called his laugh 
lines.  "You get 'em from laughing so much in your 
life" he once told Puppy.  He was a very slender, 
tall man.  He kinda looked like Sean Connery's 
long lost cousin.  He was one of the smartest men 
in the world, if there was ever a bet to be 
settled, he was sure to have the answer.  It was 
probably from all the books he had read over the 
years.  Always sitting in that glass booth, 
passing time.  His job wasn't too tough.  You see, 
not to many people bought tickets in Centreville 
at the station.  Because of its position in 
America, it was one of the busiest stations, but 
it was more or less a layover point.  The 
travelers already had their tickets, they got them 
from the travel agencies, but old Samuel loved his 
job too much to not be there seemingly twenty four
/seven.  Which was nice because he always had a 
story for Puppy.

"How come your not in your cage?" Puppy joked 
"Didja watch Money Train last night, or something?"  
Samuel laughed.  "No, No, young one.  I'm expecting 
a special guest, today."  "Today, on the train?" 
Puppy wondered.  He had never heard Samuel talk 
about any old friends, the thought intrigued him.  
"Yup, today. September twenty-eighth.  As a matter
of fact, every September twenty-eighth, every year." 
He smiled.

Puppy looked on the ground by Samuel's feet.  
There was a bouquet of yellow roses.  "Wow, 
beautiful flowers!  She must be very special!" He 
deducted.  Samuel laughed and took a puff off his 
Corona cigar.  "Oh, she is, I imagine."   "Okay, 
you lost me" Puppy giggled.  "Well" he started, 
still puffing " Let me tell ya.  God, this is a 
great story.  It's a story of true love.  You see, 
the flowers are for a man named John.  He'll be
coming in on the three-thirty.  He comes once a 
year on this day, for fifteen minutes."  
"Fifteen minutes?"  Puppy looked puzzled.  "Yup, 
fifteen minutes.  Same thing every year.  It's 
an anniversary of sorts.  Here's the story.  
Back in Nineteen fifty-two, a soldier named John 
was going home after a long stay in the army.  
He arrived fifteen minutes early so he went into 
the diner, there.  There, as I'm told, he met 
the most beautiful woman also awaiting her train. 
A different train.  He said she was like an angel 
sent down from heaven.  They had a cup of coffee 
and talked.  They fell completely in love."

"In fifteen minutes?" Puppy interrupted.  "Oh yes.  
They were madly in love.  They knew that they were 
part of each other.  But, alas the trains came, 
and it was time for them to board separately, each 
going the opposite direction."

"What did they do?" Puppy asked.  "Well, they did 
what they had to, and with a hug and a kiss, went 
their own ways.  But they promised, no matter what 
that they would meet again as soon as possible.  
No matter how life would change them, and it would, 
that it was written in stone that they would at 
east meet in exactly one year to the day and time.  
Well, life was hectic then, and they lost track of 
each other, but never forgot the other one, or the 
promise.  One year to the day, sure enough, they 
both arrived.  It was a joyous occasion.  The 
trains still ran the same times, so they were here 
to the second.  They also only had fifteen minutes.  
They went to the diner, talked, laughed, and had a 
cup of coffee.  I couldn't help but to notice that 
the lady would wear a yellow rose pinned to her 
lapel.  Myself moved by the overwhelming 
circumstances, I left my post, and ran down the 
street to this flower shop I knew of.  I was much 
younger then, and I bought a dozen yellow roses.  
I ran back and presented them to her as they were 
to depart.  She gave me a hug, and the man, a 
handshake.  They would then split up, and with a 
kiss get on their respective trains.  The next 
year, it happened exactly the same, to a tee.  
It's been the same way for almost fifty years."

"Wow…."  Puppy said in awe.  "Yup, and so, since 
I'm not as young as I used to be, I now buy them 
in the morning, and wait."  "That's a love story?" 
Puppy asked.  "Oh yes, it's a true-love story.  
Every year…through childhood…middle age..Now in 
their seventies.  They have shared their entire 
lives with each other." Samuel said shaking his 
head in awe.  "Well, why don't they just get 
together?" Puppy asked.  "Dunno, it just didn't 
work out that way." Said Samuel.  "That is the 
saddest thing I've ever heard." Puppy mumbled 
staring at the ground, taking it all in.  "What do 
you suppose they talk about?"  "I imagine they 
fill the other one in on everything that had 
happened in the year.  See, you don't need to 
physically be there to share your life.  Their 
commitment is their expression of love.  I'm sure 
had it have been able to work right, if it was in 
the cards, it would have been perfect.  But I know 
they have no complaints."  "Wow.." mumbled Puppy 
still lost in thought.  "Well, I better go, Tafari 
is hungry.  Have a good day."   "I will, it's a 
good day."

Tafari pulled Puppy out of the station's hallway.  
As they turned the corner, he looked in the window 
of the diner.  He walked fast, but saw no sign of 
Helena.  Probably in the kitchen.  He stopped in 
the market past the diner, and grabbed a can of 
Mighty Dog food for Tafari.  Made pleasant 
Smalltalk with the lady owner, and continued on 
home.  When he got there, he opened the can for 
Tafari, and plopped on his bed.  There was some 
old jazz band on the record player, and as he 
stared at the ceiling, he thought about the couple, 
and sighed.


***END OF PART TWO***


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