“What are you doing on this train,young lady?”he asks.
I have my answer prepared.“I’ve run away from home.”
“Were you planning on riding this train all the way to Canada?
“I was just going to see how far the train would take me.I didn’t know where it was headed,”I say,wondering if I sound believable.
“Well,right now you’re in Middletown;smack dab in the middle of Illinois.”The man sighs.“I can’t let you ride on this train.You need to come with me.Maybe I can help you out.”
I force myself not to look left or right.The light is dim in the slatted car.I can tell in my peripheral vision that,true to their word,no one else stirs or makes a sound.They are still safe.The man is so befuddled by my appearance that he doesn’t even think there might be more stowaways.Until he takes a step sideways.