"Does it have a centre"? I enquired of the town, as the wipers of the Express bus swung incessantly to and fro. Later, whilst taking refuge in the shelter of Dunkin' Donuts, Isabelle remarked that the place "hadn't changed a bit" in the intervening two decades since her departure.
We carried on our tour of Isabelle's life up to the age of nineteen despite the continuing heavy rain. "It's maybe not the best day to see it"... I ventured.
Privately I was regretting leaving my jersey at the bus station with the rest of the stuff, but at the same time I was gaining valuable insight into the motivations behind Isabelle's desire to leave her home town.
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