The Lady on 142 by James Thurber

Sylvia was shaking me by the arm, quit mounding, she said. Everybody's looking at you. Freddy walked over and handed the lounging man an automatic. At this moment the door Freddy had been leaning against burst open and in rushed the man with the pipe. Shouting, Gail, Gail,. Gail, Orangeville, Gails, Orangeville. Balled the break man. Sylvia told Alice about the woman on 142. She probably got sick on the train, said Alice. They were probably arranging for a doctor to meet her at the station. I lighted a cigarette. The lady on 142, I said firmly, was definitely not sick. Oh

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