Page 64 - Self Talk

“You wear a lot of black. It's very elegant on you,” he commented.
“Hmmm,” I nodded, wondering half cynically just when and how many times he had noticed before. I could feel his eyes on my back as I got off on my floor.
“Are you from..........New York?” his question faded as the doors closed.
We saw each other often after that, in the hall, in the elevator, in the lobby. Each encounter was brief and our exchanges were no more than a few words, but each one revealed a little more. He rode the bus every day. He had his own business buying and selling art. He lived in an apartment in my neighborhood. He loved Bergman and Bertolucci films. He wasn't religious, but was passionate