Railroad Perfection – #4

Sally – I don’t normally talk to people on the train, and you’ve said that you don’t, either.  But let me just say that I am glad this time that we did.

Prue – Me too.  It’s been hard.  It really has.  I think it’s easy to forget how much we’ve lost because it all becomes common-place and normal.  I don’t feel like I miss London any more, or at least I don’t day to day, like when I am at work or eating or something like that, but when I stop and think about it – my god, the city is gone.  All those people!  All those families.  And it really hurts, then, and I wish that I talked to more people who remember it, and who have been there.

Sally – It was the greatest city I ever visited.  I am sure I’m not just saying that because it’s gone.  You loved it too, right?

Prue – I’m not sure.  I loved a lot about it, but some aspects I hated.  The corruption.  The money.  The politicians.  The royals.  But. I don’t know.  I went to school there, I was born there.  My parents lived their whole lives in London.  But I didn’t love it while it still existed.  Just after.

Sally – I read in the newspaper that more books have been written about London than any other city.

Prue – I have read a lot of them.  maybe ten.  Fifteen?  Most of them were after, but I am sure I read at least one in high school.

Sally – Oh, no, this article said that there are thousands and thousands of books about London, and more are written every year.

Prue – I guess everyone who can remember the city wants to write about it before they die, so that it is never forgotten.

Sally – I suppose so.  And I don’t know if I think that is a good thing or not.

Part of the Railroad Perfection series

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