![]() ![]() It was just that, standing there in his waist-hugging suit pants and waywardly untucked white shirt, he simply had no need to see me.Ī commotion erupted at the other end of the platform. It wasn’t because I was particularly stealthy. Not even when the large lady with the foghorn voice asked me if she was on the right platform for Chinatown. Not after all the things I’d already done. Carrying out my plans wasn’t going to keep me up at night. Hidden beneath my faded blue baseball cap, I fidgeted with the edge of my sweater as I studied his movements carefully, with calculated interest. He probably already had a wing named after him. His family hailed from a long line of Princeton graduates and I knew it was assumed he would attend, like his brothers, after graduation. ![]() I suspected it had more to do with not wanting to explain to Daddy why he’d explored a university other than Princeton. ![]() Perhaps because he’d spent the morning touring Georgetown University and wanted to appear normal – not that everyone didn’t recognise him and point. He’d opted for a rare driver-free day, making it easier than usual to tail him, and I wondered why. We were in DC, waiting in Dupont Circle Metro. ![]() I had other things to do, but it had been over a month since I’d monitored his weekend activity. I’d been tracking him for most of the day. Thank you for helping turn dreams into reality. ![]()
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