Hunches

On the train yesterday, I saw a very pretty young blonde girl reading. There was something special about her careful choice of foundation and false eyelashes. Her golden locks were frozen into place. And she wore black. She would glance down at her book, and then look up and close her eyes. Then back to reading, then back up to the heavens of the A train. Down and up. Down and up. I had a hunch ... and it was confirmed when I walked past her upon exiting the train. She was an actress, memorizing her part in "The Tragedy of Macbeth."

I'm not so interested in seeing that production.