First Sentence: "Ross Wakeman succeeded the first time he killed himself, but not the second or the third."
Where: Manhattan-bound N-train
Who was Reading:
A 20-ish young woman with soft black hair and a warm olive complexion. She wore a fuzzy blue, plaid coat and a peaceful expression that made me take a “second glance.” “What’s her secret?” I found myself wondering as I picked at a ragged cuticle…