The old brown train stopped as if letting out a sigh, bringing Tsueko back to the present.
She felt choked with emotions. If she got on this train, everything would be over. She had nowhere to go.
"Inamatsushima. Inamatsushima," the conductor announced. Just as Tsueko was getting on the last car, she saw a man with a Boston bag step out of the first car. It was her husband.
Noticing a passenger on the platform, the conductor got off the last car and walked toward him. Since the station had no attendant, he collected tickets.
With her husband's ticket in his hand, the conductor got back on the train.
"All aboard!" cried the conductor.
The train shook with a thud, then began to inch forward.
Tsueko dashed toward her husband and seized his hand.
"What are you doing here? How did you know I was coming home? I didn't tell you; I wanted to surprise you," her husband said.
"Oh, it's telepathy," she said, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. She felt a surge of warmth through her body, her worries melting away.
Tsueko tightened her grip on his hand.
"What if somebody sees us like this? It's embarrassing," her husband said.
He blushed and squeezed her hand back. They walked out of the station hand in hand.
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