“Is that Strangers on a Train?” The train car was empty, but he sat next to Cass. The seat across from her would have been bad enough. But he seated himself at her elbow. “I’m sorry,” the man said. “It’s just so rare to find a young person watching that movie.” Cass was a young person, if twenty-five was young. “It’s for my film studies final,” Cass said, glancing up from her laptop. “You’re a university student?” “Community college,” Cass said, thinking it shouldn’t matter and wondering why she’d made it matter. “Are you a Hitchcock fan?” the man asked.
Strangers on a Train on a Train
