Southern California was blowing in the window. “I thought that my life would never get better,” Lucy explained earnestly. “I really did.” The guy in the back seat was entranced. Although she wasn’t sure if it was because of her story or if he just couldn’t believe a twenty-four year-old girl was talking to him. He was in his fifties and he did something with scientific equipment. He had been born in Poland, he’d told her. He’d come to the U.S. when he was fourteen. “When I divorced William, it got worse for awhile. I had nothing. I had to build my life back up. You’d know about that, coming from another country.” He nodded. “When we got here, we had nothin’,” he said. He was from Pittsburgh. “Well, you can’t depend on an alcoholic,” she said with real feeling. “People say it is a disease,” the man in the back seat said. “Yeah,” she said. “It took me awhile to understand that.” Poor William. “But now you have big break through! Your art is in a gallery in New York, and the university has asked you to teach!” “Amazing, isn’t it?” Lucy said. “It makes you believe in redemption,” the man from Poland said. “It truly does,” Lucy said.
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