Dark Harbour [antikvár]

Monday, September 12, 2005Ed Tannery leaned back into the vinyl seat as the commutertrain pulled out of the station. He couldn't remember ever hav-ing been so tired."How's the baby?" Harry Makin asked. The two of them hadbeen riding the train together for three years. They were simi-lar cogs in the great economic engine of corporate America:white, male, early thirties, married, blue suit, white shirt, redtiejust two among more than a thousand hardworking soulson the 7:34 a.m. train winding its way through the suburbansprawl west of Boston."She's great," Tannery replied. "I just wish she was sleepingbetter.""Yeah, well, get used to it, buddy. If you had any illusionsabout getting a good night's sleep anytime in the next threemonths, you may as well abandon them."Tannery smiled. "It's worth it, though."Harry laughed. "Tell me that when she's sixteen and she'snot coming home at night anymore because she's dating some-one like you.""No problem. I've already applied for a gun license."