He held a copy of Barthelme’s Forty Stories. She sat across with husband and baby carriage. They went home. She rolled the infant toward him. She opened the door and left. That night, in a spare bedroom, the husband saw her with a book. What are you reading, he said. She looked up. She did not answer. This is the book that man was reading on the subway, the husband said. The man who got out on 51^st. A child wept. She scanned the titles. Past the midpoint, she stopped at The Temptation of St. Anthony and started to read.