Don meets the stranger's eyes briefly, gives a reserved nod. It's a gesture transplanted from Ossining, perfected over countless train rides into the city--neighborly but not inviting.
"West Point?" he asks, uncertainty in his tone, the frown that passes over his face like a shadow. "I'm surprised they didn't have you training on the moon."
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"West Point?" he asks, uncertainty in his tone, the frown that passes over his face like a shadow. "I'm surprised they didn't have you training on the moon."