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she wasn't carrying a suitcase and she wasn't wearing a coat. Those were the things that struck him when he saw her for the first time. It was just a bit after sunrise on a Sunday in early December, Joe was heading across the main concourse, Protract 13. But there she waas. No bag, no coat standing by the west side of the great gold clock, peering into a window of the information booth. If she was traveling, then she was traveling light. If she was working at the terminal, then she was drunk or she should have known better. No woman who worked at Grand Central would ever go near the guys in the booth at this hour, not at the end of a long night when their shifts were finally over and they were probably handing a bottle around. Then one of them must have made a pass because she stepped back quickly and he could hear them barking and laughing. As she turned to walk away. Joe saw how young she waas, how completely out of place she looked. Why was she here it dawn and what was she doing without an escort? Still, she didn't seem scared by the guys as much as frustrated, even angry. Her eyes were enormous and bright green, and her lips were the same kind of hard candy. Red is the stoplight. On a signal lamp, She stepped away from the stir she'd caused but stopped walking after just a few yards. A tramp standing on the marble staircase cupped a cigarette in his hand, flicked off the ash and gave her the I Hey, Princess, he said. Can you spare a grand? Joe hadn't had his coffee yet, but he moved to her side in just a few steps. Her earrings might have been really pearls, and they dangled from glittering, flame shaped tops. But Princess Joe didn't think so. Her pale blue dress was smudged and worn, and her shoes seemed old and scuffed. You look kind of lost, he said to her. Behind her, the tramp gave Joe the finger. Another guy whistled from inside the booth. I'm not lost, the girl said. It's just that what those men did, You need directions? Joe asked. No, she said no. I've been here before. Well, what did you need those guys for then? I was only asking them what happened to the bank on the lower level. One of them said that they had been a little fire, and they all started laughing and saying things like Fire down below. She looked at the ground thing back at Joe. Do you think they could be drunk? No, they could definitely be drunk. Joe said. How rude. Want me to go to them out? She smiled. You do that? She asked. She tucked her hair behind her ears and lifted her chin just slightly. Joe realized she wasn't just beautiful. There was something else about her, something vivid and exciting. She made him think of the cats in the tunnels far beneath the concourse, coiled up in waiting all energy, no telling what they were going to do.