The sudden lurch of the train pulling out of the station roused Gwen from her momentary cat nap. As they slowly picked up speed she watched in silence as the city turned into suburbs which in turn became fields of lush green corn and soybeans, mixed in with an occasional patch of golden brown wheat. The gentle motion of car and the barely discernible clickety-clack of the steel wheels were quite calming. She was just about to doze off again when a feminine voice asked softly, “Do you mind if I sit across from you, most of the other seats are taken?” Gwen quickly looked up at her inquisitor and nodded for the stranger that it was all right with her. The woman easily tossed her duffel bag into the over head compartment and slid effortlessly into the seat opposite Gwen’s. She wasn’t pretty, exactly, more wholesome with smooth pink cheeks and a short shock of blonde hair that made her look younger than she probably was. While it was hard to tell exactly, the blonde appeared to be taller than average with a chest that was almost dominating! Gwen wasn’t really up for conversation but the blonde quickly extended her hand and introduced herself by saying, “Hi, my name’s Steffi Grand!” “Uh, my name’s Gwen,” she mumbled while shaking the woman’s hand, “Gwen Porter.” “Nice to meet ya, Gwen,” Steffi replied while flashing a radiant smile. “Where’re you headed, I’m going to New Orleans?” “Me, too,” Gwen replied while warming up to the conversation, “I’m from Chicago.” Gwen found out that they were both from the Big Windy and really had quite a lot in common. They traded information about themselves until it was time for dinner when they retired to the dining car to get a bite to eat.
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