Jonathan is sitting on the Brooklyn-bound C train. He takes the current copy of THE NEW YORKER out and begins to read. Sitting next to him is a woman, early sixties perhaps, with very short grey hair and striking light-grey eyes. She is reading THE NEW YORKER too.
Woman: "Did you read Tom Cruise As A Dog?" she asks.
Jonathan (smiling): "Yes. It was hilarious."
Woman: "He'd do better as a dog."
Jonathan: "Absolutely."
The train arrives at 23rd Street station, and the woman leaves the train, carrying a big backpack and a duffel bag. She doesn't look back.
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