They looked like red barber’s chairs.
Stuart sat down one and put his feet up on the steel footrest.
He looked out the curved window.
It was like a wall of glass.
He watched for a long time.
The sky turned from pearly blue to purple to vivid pink, the long empty fields rolling smoothly past his feet.
A Negro came through rolling a sandwich cart.
Stuart bought a hot ham and egg sandwich wrapped in waxed paper.
The Negro was very polite. “Yes sir,” he said, “A fine morning. Yes, indeed.”