PNKFLOYD
Mikey
The Pullman porter had just roused me and, still half-asleep, I was sitting on the edge of my lower berth, unshaven and tousled. A mother and duaghter passed by on their way to the diner and I got up and followed toward the men's lounge.
"Don't worry, dear," I heard the older woman say encouragingly,"they all look that way in the morning."
"Don't worry, dear," I heard the older woman say encouragingly,"they all look that way in the morning."
