Such is self’s empathy for The Girl on the Train‘s Rachel that she can’t help feeling protective about her.
SPOILER ALERT
Rachel (self feels like screaming) do NOT, Do NOT go into that man’s house!
As if to prove that the problems of self and Rachel do not count for a hill of beans in this crazy world, Rachel never disappoints: she goes into the man’s house.
Given her vulnerability and her need and her alcohol dependency, it’s a wonder she’s remained alive this long. Seriously.
“Come and sit down,” the man says. “Have a drink.”
No, Rachel, do NOT accept a drink from that man!
There’s something unkind about the set of his face (Rachel thinks). The contempt that I saw on Saturday morning, after we slept together, is still there.
Rachel takes a drink. In the very next breath: Outside, I can hear shrieking —
“Sit the fuck down.”
Self knew it! She knew it was a set-up! (Quick check of how many pages till the end. About 50. Maybe in those 50 pages Rachel can get to her cell phone and call the police? Maybe in those 50 pages Rachel will find a weapon of some sort and kill HIM? Maybe in those 50 pages the reader will learn that Rachel is actually a karate black belt? Before she turned into an alcoholic, that is? Maybe the man will turn out to be harmless? Maybe the reader will learn that “Sit the fuck down” is meant as a term of endearment?)
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.
Kanlaon 
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