He is waiting for the airline ticket counter when he first notices the young woman. She ha
The airline clerk interrupts. The man gives up looking at the woman -- he thinks she may be about twenty-five -- and buys a round-trip, coach class ticket to an eastern city.
His flight leaves in an hour. To kill time, the man steps into one of the airport cocktail bars and orders a scotch and water. While he sips it he catches sight of the black-haired girl in the leather coat. She is standing near a Travelers Aid counter, deep in conversation with a second girl, a blond in a cloth coat trimmed with gray fur. He wants somehow to attract the brunette's attention, to invite her to have a drink with him before her own flight leaves for wherever she is traveling, but even though he believes for a moment she is looking his way he cannot catch her eye from out of the shadows of the bar. In another instant the two women separate; neither of their direction is toward him. He orders a second Scotch and water.
When next he sees her, he is buying a magazine to read during the flight and becomes aware that someone is jostling him. At first he is startled that anyone would be so close as to touch him, but when he sees who it is he musters a smile.
"Busy place," he says.
She looks up at him -- is she blushing? -- and an odd grimace crosses her mouth and vanishes. She moves away from him and joins the crowds in the terminal.
The man is at the counter with his magazine, but when he reaches into his back pocket for his wallet the pocket is empty. Where could I have lost it? He thinks. His mind begins enumerating the credit cards, the currency, the membership and identification cards; his stomach churns with something very like fear. The girl who was so near to me, he thinks -- and all at once he understands that she has picked his pocket.
What is he to do? He still has his ticket, safely tucked inside his suitcoat -- he reaches into the jacket to feel the envelope, to make sure. He can take the flight, call someone to pick him up at his destination -- since he cannot even afford bus fare -- conduct his business and fly home. But in the meantime he will have to do something about the lost credit cards -- call home, have his wife get the numbers out of the top desk drawer, phone the card companies -- so difficult a process, the whole thing suffocating. What shall he do?
First, find a policeman, tell what has happened, describe the young woman, damn her. He grits his teeth. He will probably never see his wallet again.
He is trying to decide if he should save time for talking to a guard near the X-ray machines when he is appalled and elated to see the black-haired girl. She is seated against a front window of the terminal, taxis and private cars moving sluggishly beyond her in the gathering darkness: she seems engrossed in a book. A seat beside her is empty, and the man occupies it.
"I've been looking for you," he says.
She glances at him with no sort of recognition. "I don't know you," she says.
"Sure you do."
She sighs and puts the book aside. "Is this all you characters think about -- picking up girls like we were stray animals? What do you think I am?"
"You lifted my wallet," he says. He is pleased to have said "lifted", thinking it sounds wordier than stole or took or even ripped off.
"I beg your pardon?" the girl says.
"I know you did -- at the magazine counter. If you'll just give it back, we can forget the whole thing, If you don't, then I'll hand you over to the police."
She studies him, her face serious. "All right," she says. She pulls the black bag onto her lap, reaches into it and draw
A.The man was single.
B.The man was attracted by the girl.
C.The girl paid no attention to the man.
D.The man knew the girl.