My friend Edna dropped me off at the station, tossing my bag at the porter and driving off before my heel hit the curb. We were running a little late because she insisted on showing me that ugly old Superdome. She was in that much of a hurry to get to her son's house for dinner that she didn't even get out to give me a hug good-bye. Actually she's always been afraid of thunder storms and the sky rumbled for our whole drive. It was as dark as dusk, but still no rain.
The sky made the stark train station seem even bigger. But the porter was real helpful. Can I help you ma'm? he said as he bent over to pick up my old suitcase.