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The Sacred and the Profane
Shewassilent,whenshesatbesidehiminthetaxicab.Shelookedupattheskyscraperstheypassed.Afterawhile,shesaid,"IheardthatthingslikethishappenedinNewYork,butIneverthoughtthey’dhappentome."
"Wheredoyoucomefrom?"
"Buffalo."
"Gotanyfamily?"
Shehesitated."Iguessso.InBuffalo."
"Whatdoyoumean,youguessso?"
"Iwalkedoutonthem."
"Why?"
"IthoughtthatifIeverwastoamounttoanything,Ihadtogetawayfromthem,cleanaway."
"Why?Whathappened?"
"Nothinghappened.Andnothingwasevergoingtohappen.That’swhatIcouldn’tstand."
"Whatdoyoumean?"
"Well,they...well,IguessIoughttotellyouthetruth,Mr.Taggart.Myoldman’sneverbeenanygood,andMadidn’tcarewhetherhewasornot,andIgotsickofitalwaysturningoutthatIwastheonlyoneofthesevenofusthatkeptajob,andtherestofthemalwaysbeingoutofluck,onewayoranother.IthoughtifIdidn’tgetout,itwouldgetme—I’drotallthewaythrough,liketherestofthem.SoIboughtarailroadticketonedayandleft.Didn’tsaygood-bye.Theydidn’tevenknowIwasgoing."Shegaveasoft,startledlittlelaughatasuddenthought."Mr.Taggart,"shesaid,"itwasaTaggarttrain.
