Toil-to-Renown

 Adam Marshall adjusted the radio, checked the time, and chewed his nails for the fifth time as he sat in his parked car that was evenly placed between two large mini-vans in the parking lot of a train station three hours away from where he actually lived. Adam winced as he bit down too far on the nail of his left index finger, tearing off more nail than was healthy. It was a bad habit that he knew he should quit, but considering the circumstances, Adam was more than welcome to have some sort of distraction. He glanced up to see if his wife and her presumably new lover had moved out of the rain yet.  When Adam saw that they had not ended thei