Bugsy…Just Bugsy he said.
It had been five years since he had seen his brother, his three boys, and his grandchildren. It would probably be another five before he got to see them all together again. He lost his beloved to time the year before and he thought he had dealt with those feelings. However, the train ride back to Semmering, Austria was when they would talk, hold hands, play chess, and connect. The rhythm of planks passing below the train would be the words they would share. The spaces in between would be the feelings.