Liddy’s head began to throb with its need for some rest, and Bet’s energy seemed to have no end. “Sorry, girl, I gotta get some sleep.” Liddy folded her jacket for a pillow and curled up on the seat. “I couldn’t unwind last night.”
“Oh, sure, I’m sorry. I can get carried away. Hey, I can hold your seat, if you want to rest in your sleeping car.”
“No sleeping car, sister, I’m on a budget. And don’t apologize for the chitchat. I love hearing about all the places you’ve been. I haven’t traveled more than two hundred miles from the place I was born.” Liddy’s jaw strained to control a yawn and her eyes were already shut.
It was torture for Bet that she couldn’t ask why someone who had been flying so long hadn’t traveled more than two hundred miles from home, but she let Liddy be, and set about to rearranged her space. Her thoughts had soon moved on, and she grabbed her book, clicked a fingernail between her teeth and read.
The train rocked Liddy into a deep slumber that lasted until late afternoon. When she woke up from her snooze, she and Bet went to the dining car for some supper. Both ordered potato pies and fresh corn off the cob. Liddy watched as Bet inhaled her food, including two glasses of milk and second and third helpings of rolls and butter. She wondered where it was settling in the little gal.
“Hey, I was thinking. I have two bunks in my sleeping berth. Why don’t you take the other one?” Bet slathered butter on a roll like frosting.
“I’m a coach passenger. I don’t want to get kicked off the train.”
“It’s silly to leave it empty. And they’re not going to boot a lady for trying to get a good night’s sleep.”
“Hey, watch who you’re calling a lady.”
“Besides, my parents paid good money for that car. If I want to have a guest, then I should be able to.”
“Thought you said your parents weren’t too keen on you flying. Why would they pay for a sleeping car so that you can go fly for the Army?”
“The thought of me sleeping amongst strangers where I might be groped in the night…” Bet got a wild eye and ran her hands over her body. “… well, it was just too much for my mother to bear.”
They got to laughing after that and stayed in the dining car talking, while Bet had dessert.
That night Bet snuck Liddy into her sleeping berth. The walls were covered with oak paneling, and two bunks were mounted on the left side of the shoebox-sized space. On the other wall, a white satin robe and two tiny slippers hung from the brass hooks mounted at the bottom of a high shelf. At the end, a little window looked out onto the passing landscape. And that was about it. But it was a bed for the night, and Liddy felt rich.
“You can have the bottom bunk.” Bet tossed her shoulder bag in the corner.
“No, you take it.”
“Really, I’ve been sleeping up here.” Bet stepped on the second ladder rung and flipped herself onto the bed. “My mother has never wanted me to sleep on the top bunk since I was a little Betsy. We’d visit my grandmother’s lake house in the summers and I was always relegated to the bottom shelf.” Bet pushed off her shoes and let them fall near her purse on the floor. “She said I might roll off and split something open.” Bet puffed out her chest and held her fists out in front of her. “The minute I walked into this car, I decided I was going to live on the edge and sleep dangerously.”
As they got undressed and put on their night clothes, the fly girls laughed and gabbed and then slipped into their beds. Yak-yak between the bunks continued until Liddy drifted off. Bet was chatting away when she realized she hadn’t heard her new friend say ‘really’ or ‘u-huh’ in a while. Her curls stretched and bounced when she hung off the side of the bunk to check out the situation. Liddy was sleeping peacefully.
Bet pushed up and flopped back on the mattress but wasn’t tired, so she sprung back up and switched on the wall sconce. She bunched up her pillows behind her head, propped her book open on her bent knees, twirled a ringlet, clicked a nail and read.
When Liddy woke the next morning, Bet was standing at the little window crying.
“What’s wrong?”
Bet blubbered something incoherent.
“What’s wrong?” Liddy pushed off the blankets and sat on the bed.
Bet pointed out the window. “Look at it.”
Liddy left the bunk to see what Bet was so distraught about. The passing landscape was desolate—dotted with mangy bushes and swirls of dust spun just above the ground that was patched with curly yellow grasses. The view spread for miles with no interruption of hill or mountain. She looked back at Bet. “What?”
“Look at it.” Bet blew her nose into a brightly flowered handkerchief.
“What were you expecting exactly?”
“I knew what it might be like. I spent a summer in Oklahoma with my Aunt and Uncle when I was nine—the worst summer of my life.”
“And you’re here because?”
“No one believed I’d get on the train.”
“No, what’d they think you’d do?”
“Chicken out and go back home to Boston. Go home and marry some man my parents fall in love with.” Bet sopped the snot from her nose. “Sure they bought my ticket, but they didn’t think I was actually going to use it. You should have seen them. My parents, my brothers and their families when they took me to the station… they stood there at the train car door patronizing me with their eyes, Isn’t she amusing? When is she going to stop acting like a child and give up this silliness? You know I even chose to take the train instead of fly because it meant I would have to leave sooner. I couldn’t stand the scrutiny.”
“So, you’re running away from home are ya’?”
“I like to think I’m running to something, although I don’t know what that might be.” Bet pressed her forehead against the window with her eyes shut tight. “What have I done?”
Liddy slipped her arm around Bet’s and squeezed her hand. “You want to know what you’re running to, Bet Bailey?” She waited for Bet to lift her head and search for the answer. “Wings, girl, pretty silver wings.”
The rail to Texas rolled on, and restlessness set in. With each stop the train made, the hope of someone interesting climbing aboard filled Liddy and Bet with anticipation. From the seating car they watched out the window as the passengers said their goodbyes and boarded the train, while others disembarked to be greeted by their loved ones.
An older man left the train and looked lost. He stared up and down the emptying platform until the whistle blew for departure. Then, without an apparent greeting or word, a young lady approached him and took his suitcase, and the man followed her as they walked away. He got Liddy and Bet making up stories about the strangers.
“Ooh, that man right there.” Bet tapped the glass and pointed. “You start.” Three porters were loading five large trunks into a luggage car, while a smartly dressed man instructed them.
“Okay,” Liddy squinted with concentration. “His name is Neville Brink and those trunks are filled with jewels and priceless masterpieces.” Liddy flipped her palm over and gave Bet her cue.
“Okay, okay I’ve got it.” Bet studied the scene out the window. “He stole them.”
“Is that all?”
“No. Patience!” Bet held her hand up. “He stole them from his employer, Carlisle Worthington the III, a cruel and ruthless man.” Bet flipped her hand back at Liddy.