I put my passport, tickets and Eurorail pass on the table. “There,” I said, “I’m ready to go.”
“Well, I’m not,” he told me. “I need more time.”
“More time?” I said. “You’ve had three years. Three years! When you moved in, I told you I was going to Europe at the end of the summer. That was too soon. I waited until Spring. Still too soon. Another year went by and it was still too soon.
“I’m not waiting any longer,” I said. “It’s now or never.”
The train to JFK left at noon. I was on it.