Marilyn: Going Your Way

"I-I’m lost…and I don’t know what to do…I’m so alone…," the girl sobbed out.

Marilyn grabbed both of the girl’s arms gently, pulled them down to her sides and asked calmly as possible, "Tell me what happened."

"Well…I was walking around Rockefeller Center, with my folks you know, and I went with them to get on the Subway back to the hotel, and I got caught in the crowd, and I got lost, and, and, I end up on this Subway train in the middle of nowhere," she yammered out. "Where am I, Brooklyn?"

"No, The Bronx. Don’t worry, Everything’ll be fine," Marilyn calmly answered as she instinctively drew the girl’s head to her chest and hugged it tight. "Say, what’s your name? Where are you from?"

"My name’s Sara. I’m from Alabama," she responded, calming down some as she rested on Marilyn’s bosom, and Kat reached up to hug the two of them standing there.

"So, how long have you been waiting for a train, Sara?"

"I dunno, like about 20 or so minutes."

"That’s good. That means the next train won’t be long." Marilyn stepped over to a pillar on the platform, Sara in tow, leaned against it and sat down, patiently waiting for the train. She calmly stroked her hair, giving her a peck on the cheek, while Kat returned over to the two and held them tight. The security lulled the three into a trance just as Marilyn felt the rumble of the incoming D train.

"Come on guys, get off me," Marilyn commanded. "The train’s coming!" She then pulled up Kat with her as Sara got to her feet and rushed over to the platform just in time for the train to pull in. "C’mon Sara…you need to get on this train. Don’t worry…we’re going your way," Marilyn called out.

"OK" meekly replied Sara.

The three strode into the empty subway car, with Marilyn and Kat finding their seats on a bench with Sara standing opposite the couple, still wary of such strangers willing to help in a strange city. Kat went on to nuzzle against Marilyn’s neck when Marilyn pushed her away, holding up a finger, then calling out to Sara.