The Importance of Getting Away

'I want to see you,' said Tom intently. 'Get on the next train.' "'All right. I'll meet you by the new stand on the lower level.'" She nodded and moved away from him just as George Wilson emerged with two chairs from his office door. We waited for her down the road and out of sight. It was a few days before the Fourth of July, and a grey, scrawny Italian child was setting torpedoes in her row along the railroad track. Then she wet her lips. And without turning around spoke to her husband in a soft, coarse voice. "It does are good to get away."