The Station Pt. 5

The drunk was apparently oblivious to Andrew's pain. He leaned over and stuck his hand out and said, "Zeke Davis, friend."

Andrew wanted to tell him he wasn't his friend, but instead grabbed Zeke's hand and said, "Andrew Parsons."

"You from the States?" Zeke asked.

Andrew nodded while rubbing his temples, hoping the fat slob would get the message and stop talking. No such luck.

"Me too. Gotta get back today. Got business meetings all day tomorrow," Zeke said.

"Yeah, I have to get home to my wife," Andrew said, hoping she still was his wife.

The doors opened again...