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unmarked suitcase, sidestepping a puddle beneath his feet.  Alex rode the escalator down to the lower level, paying no attention to the passers-by, drowning out the hustle and bustle of the nightwalkers.  Notwithstanding its gloomy appearance, the ticket booth was still open—one person prowling inside—a man with black horn-rimmed glasses.  He set the luggage down and drew near.  His destination was apparent.
    “I want a ticket to Chicago, one-way.” Alex conceded, retrieved his wallet.
    “Traveling by bus or train?” The ticket clerk asked.
    “Train.” Alex said.
    “Do ya want business class or coach?” The ticket clerk inquired.
    “Business class.” Alex replied.
    “Have a good one, many happy returns.” He said, sliding the ticket under the small opening.  Alex gripped the fare, brushed up against a sturdy surface and waited for the train to pull in.  He fidgeted with his watch.  It wouldn’t be long now.  He thought.  Alex absorbed the clamor coming from the loud speaker, announcing new arrivals as the Amtrak hauled into station.  He joined the others on the platform.  Then boarded, gave the fare to the conductor, scored a seat in the back row so he could be less visible.  Stretching out and drifting off to sleep, Alex didn’t expect to be interrupted by anyone, let alone a beautiful woman.
    “I think you’re sitting in my seat.” She said.  Alex opened his right eye, setting his sight on her, sizing the woman up and moved accordingly.
    “Traveling alone?”Alex asked.
    “I don’t have to talk to you”
    “Oh but you do, Sandra.”
     
     
     
     
     
    9.
    Alex arrived at his final destination, assorted flowers in hand, hopped out of the cab and told the driver to keep the meter running, whispering about the big tip in his near future.  He stared at the dream house, peered around the quaint neighborhood, calmly rapped on the door and played with the wedding band he vowed never to take off.  Unhinging the door, Alex saw her in all her glory.  Even in scrubs, Zoe looked gorgeous.  The look on her face was priceless and he treasured it.
    “What are you doing here?” Zoe asked.
    “I’m having a heatstroke.  Aren’t you going to invite me in?” Alex asked.
    “How’d you find me?” Zoe asked.
    “I have my ways.” Alex replied.
    “The kids are at school.” Zoe said.
    “I’ll wait.” Alex said, muscling his way in the air conditioned home, merely grazing her.  He got a whiff of her essence and got lost in the scent, eyed an unopened pack of cigarettes, secured one and patted his pockets in search of his trusty lighter.  Before Alex reached for it, a sudden compulsion to see her in a hospitable state came over him.
    “Do you mind?” Alex asked, perching himself on the sofa,
    He monitored as she carefully lit his cigarette, and then inhaled deeply. 
    “Did you think it would be that easy to get away from me?” Alex asked.
    “Yes, considering you never cared about me in the first place.” Zoe said.  She witnessed a different side to him. 
    “Touché.  Don’t I get an A for effort?” Alex asked, cracked a smile.
    “Maize this is--“
    “I know who it is.  Alex, right?” Maize interrupted the introduction.
    “Malcolm right”? Alex replied.
    “Maize.” He corrected him.
    “It’s a pleasure.” Alex lied, extended his hand.  Behind that fake smile, his blood was boiling.
    “Likewise I’m sure.” He lied, gritted his teeth and punched him.
    Maize balled up his fists, ready to fight for what was his.  In all the commotion they didn’t notice a young Price running up to him, leaving a cracked door behind.
    “Daddy!” Medina exclaimed.
    “Hey, how’s my girl?” Alex said, wrapped her in a full embrace.
    “Where’s Issy?” Alex asked.
    Standing in the doorway, Isabel looked right through him as if a ghost had taken over his body, and then gravitated towards Maize, therefore making her choice known.  She wasn’t the forgiving type.  Isabel saw