Well was it enough? A female voice faintly whispered through the air. Yes, barely, but yes just enough was learned. A deep rich baritone reverberated back. So, back to the very beginning? The feminine voice queried. No, for those deaths can't be undone. The baritone responded. What then? The feminine voice queried yet again. A second chance. A chance to take a different path in life than the first one chosen. The baritone responded as a haze enshrouded the sleeping Magda Hey lady, the bartender's voice called from behind Magda, waking her from her sleep. It's closing time, the last flight left an hour ago. Magda apologized for delaying the bartender's night, and stretched. She felt so energized, maybe she should nap in loungers more often, but the airport security might get suspicious of her. Giving herself a shake the rest of the way awake, Magda felt as if something momentous had happened but couldn't put her finger on it. Putting her hand in her pockets she found a ticket for a flight that clearly she'd missed. She couldn't recall buying the ticket, but it was her name on it. She'd check with the airline in the morning. With a newfound feeling of confidence Magda headed out of the airport for the youth hostel that the bartender had mentioned.
Wondering as she walked across town, had it all been a dream, or did she really have grown children off in the world someplace. In which case how could she have gone from almost elderly to freshly graduated from high school in the course of an afternoon. One thing she was certain of, dream or not, if she wanted to live a life of luxury her best option was to work for it and to not rely on marrying for money.
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