the story?”

The conductor turned slowly and glared at her with a fire of rage in his eyes. His look chilled her to the bone. Then suddenly, he seemed to regain his composure.

“My apologies,” he said. “Your story was … nice. It just reminded me of a time when someone took something from me.”

“Oh dear,” she said. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

His face softened, and he smiled in spite of himself.

“Dear soul,” he said. “No need to fret. Thank you for being willing to tell me your story.”

Then he quickly moved on to the other passengers.

 

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