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The crowd in the waiting room of the New York airport hardly noticed the small, slender man in a trench coat standing near the magazine counter.
The few who gave him a passing glance certainly had no way of guessing what was going through his mind at the moment, for his face betrayed no sign of the struggle that raged within him.
Christopher Daniels, professor of English, was striving to reach a decision, a very important decision.
At this moment, Christopher Daniels had reached the crossroad.
He had a choice to make.
He could go on living his own dull life, or a new life, the life of another man, a man whose name was now being called over the public address system.
Mr. Neal
Baldwin, please report to the reservation desk immediately.
Mr. Baldwin, please.
Suddenly, Christopher Daniels shuddered.
It had all happened so suddenly, it seemed like a bad dream.
Yes, a bad dream that had started that afternoon in his room at the hotel.
That unpleasant scene with his wife, Blanche.
He'd forgotten what had brought it all on.
Money, his job.
It didn't matter, really.
The scenes with Blanche always ended the same way.
Oh,
Blanche, please.
We've been all over this time and time again.
Yes.
Yes, we have, Chris.
And what good has it done? You never think of me, really, what I gave up to marry you.
I
The crowd in the waiting room of the New York airport hardly noticed the small, slender man in a trench coat standing near the magazine counter.
The few who gave him a passing glance certainly had no way of guessing what was going through his mind at the moment, for his face betrayed no sign of the struggle that raged within him.
Christopher Daniels, professor of English, was striving to reach a decision, a very important decision.
At this moment, Christopher Daniels had reached the crossroad.
He had a choice to make.
He could go on living his own dull life, or a new life, the life of another man, a man whose name was now being called over the public address system.
Mr. Neal
Baldwin, please report to the reservation desk immediately.
Mr. Baldwin, please.
Suddenly, Christopher Daniels shuddered.
It had all happened so suddenly, it seemed like a bad dream.
Yes, a bad dream that had started that afternoon in his room at the hotel.
That unpleasant scene with his wife, Blanche.
He'd forgotten what had brought it all on.
Money, his job.
It didn't matter, really.
The scenes with Blanche always ended the same way.
Oh,
Blanche, please.
We've been all over this time and time again.
Yes.
Yes, we have, Chris.
And what good has it done? You never think of me, really, what I gave up to marry you.
I
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