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| When I was 7 months pregnant with my youngest son. My husband, my oldest son and I decided to board a Tourist steam train in the heart of the English Countryside in Sussex. Just as we got on one of the carriages, I noticed at the back of the carriage, a man in a gray suit and hat reading a newspaper. The four of us were now the only one's sitting in this carriage. I payed not much notice, until my husband and I, sitting in a seat not far from this man, began to have a conversation of a private nature. Although my husband's back was turned to this man in gray, I could not believe how loudly he was talking, as he usually took great pangs to ensure the least embarrasment when in public. So I began to make facial gestures to him to keep his voice down so that the gentleman would not over hear us...My husband was perplexed by my antics, and asked what I was doing. I said under my breath," Shh, that man can hear everything you are saying!" My husband looked at me, looked around the carriage and said "What man?" At that I felt a cold chill because when I looked again, indeed we were the only ones on the train in that carriage. This is a true story and to this day when I tell of it, I still get a chill! |
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| Phyllis Crosby / Sussex, England E-Mail - [email protected] |
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