becca was coming home from the bahamas and back to our apartment to pack some of the things she had left there. dann and i were sitting on the green couch, crocheting her a hat. there were too many granola bars (what she had come back for) to carry, there were over 180 of them. they were expiring in a week. we helped her set up a garage sale at my aunt’s house in westfield (not a real place—the town, yes, but my aunt’s house in it, no) so she could sell them. my aunt lived directly in front of the train tracks. like, there was a train track where the sidewalk should have been. a train pulled up and pepper (my dog) walked onto it. we (dann, paul and i—becca was like “no way”) ran onto the train after her and asked the conductor to please don’t go until we get her off the train. but away he went, anyway, and we all started screaming and crying, like we knew there was no way we were ever making it back home.