From the aft deck of the ship, she watched the railroad bridge come down behind them and a freight train speed along not ten seconds later.
“That was a close call,” she said to her companion.
“How so?” He asked.
“Imagine if the boat had been a minute late or that train a minute early.”
He scoffed. “You should have a little faith. We are in good hands, and everything works as it should.”
“I suppose so,” she said and watched the houses pass by on the green hillside.
High above them, the child was getting bored with his models.

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