Dan looked up after a few moments. It was almost midnight.
Daisy, her cheek pressed up against Dan’s chest, looked up as well.
“Should we go inside to celebrate?”
“Do you want to?”
asked Daisy a bit warily.
said Dan softly.
“Want to go for a walk?”
So, Dan took Daisy’s hand and they started to walk away from the Women’s
“Where should we go?”
said Dan. His stomach was rumbling a bit as his
nerves did not allow him to eat as much as he normally did.
“We could walk to Union Station,”
“Take me there.”
As they slowly walked along they were increasingly by themselves on the
near-empty streets. Midnight was about to strike.
They turned down Fayette Street and walked until they reached Water
Street, where they could see the dark river churning and boats and barges
anchored along the shoreline. It was then, when they turned to walk the final
few blocks to Union Station, that the city hall clock announced the
beginning of 1897. They stopped at the sound of the first chime. Dan turned
to Daisy who, without hesitation, turned and rose up on her tiptoes to kiss
Dan who was leaning down to meet her.
It passed in a moment and they turned and walked on together, now her
tiny hand clasped to his large forearm.