Sometimes you couldn't tell what was thunder and what was the train itself.

[She makes a pleased noise as he starts to pat her down, leaning eagerly into his hand and inadvertently destroying a fair portion of the work he's trying to put toward getting her hair back in order.]

Have you ever seen a house with a bay window made all of glass? We saw houses sometimes that had them, and it made them look like castles. Not castles like your castle, but like things out of fairy tales. I used to daydream about sitting in one, and the cushion would be soft and printed with a floral pattern, and I would curl up and read in the window while it rained, and be surrounded by the rain but completely safe and dry...

[She sighs.]

I never told anyone about that dream, not even my grandfather. Those were two things Speakers don't think about: houses and books.