The train car rocks back and forth. It soothes James as if he's being cradled by his mother as an infant. It's mostly the same people who sit around him - or is it?
To his right, he has the aging women who have peaked. They know it because they're failing themselves. Every peak is as long as you make it. Every peak is made possible by that one individual.
The women converse and gossip work, the celebrities they admire, and how much their husband's make. Their need to fill in their socializing time slot is made clear by their absence of any real friends. Their lives are what they make it out to be.
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