I was wearing my green wool coat. The Coast Starlight was fifteen minutes late, and in the train station crowded with impatient travelers, I’d found a place to sit alone. He shuffled over, took the empty seat to my left, and despaired that he was going home. Asked if he could take my picture to show his mother and father because of course the subject of a girlfriend would inevitably come up. Nonplussed, I said ok, and I’ve wondered ever since if his parents approved of me.