rendezvous

Rendezvous  The youngish woman sitting near the window in the train, looks pale and too slim Stroking her throat, I think she has tuberculosis on her  way to the sanatorium  "The Camelia dame"? Her lover will sit beside her as she coughs blood into a silk handkerchief and whisper words of love As the train slows down, she looks into her hand mirror, apply lipstick and rouge, and pick up her bag She looks beautiful  The woman cast me a look, I nodded my head in approval, every journey begins with a dream