The Jack Finney Reader

by Jack Finney

  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