Dan had by now recognized one of the women in the window, and had
even had heard her voice. It was Daisy. Or was it?
Daisy looked at Julia, whose closed eyes were not opening, then back down
at Dan. He took a chance, and raised an arm up in a slight wave. Daisy’s
eye lit up and her body tensed a little. Then she casually waved back.
“Do you remember me?”
“Yes, of course, Daisy,”
Dan replied, relieved that it was actually her.
“Are you here for the dance?”
“Yes, I am. Well, I was. Not anymore, I guess,”
Dan said sheepishly, then with a deep sigh added.
“I don’t know what I’m doing, to be honest, Daisy.”
He was deflated. It had been a long night, an even longer holiday season,
he’d been away from his family and he wasn’t sure what his future was
going to bring. Was he going to keep working at the Great Western until his
body broke down? What other options did a big, dumb animal (who wasn’t
really big and dumb and was far from being an animal) have in a city like
Daisy paused briefly and turned to Julia, whose eyes opened and locked on
Julia’s. Then she raised an eyebrow slightly, as if to say, well, what are you
“Do you want me to come out and save you, you poor man?”
she said smartly.
He flushed and smiled and might even have choked up a bit it.
Now there was only one lithe woman sitting in the second-floor window
casually looking out at the city.