"You'll never make it", my mother's words echoed. I wasn't scared; I knew I would make it. Back in the twenties, sixteen year old girls like me got married and started families. I was just a touch uneasy setting out to ride the perfectly safe bus to New York City, and then the perfectly safe train into Bridgehampton.
Eleven fourty-three; the but was late, not me. After boarding the bus, I thought I was headed to Minnesota. Everyone was calm, dressed casually, surely they weren't headed to work in the Big Apple. This bus is freezing. The late and cold bus; are these oments to keep me away from the city? My enormous duffle is taking up the seat next to me, my feet on top of that. I wonder if these people headed to work think that I'm a runaway. I look like a runaway. I assured myself that I had nothing to worry about. Andy would be there waiting for me when I got off the train. I have nothing to worry about. He's going to be there.
With my eyes closed, my ears opened and watched the soun