Barbara never knew how well her smile could hide silent sobs unable to be washed down by cheap doughnut shop java. She and Jerry occupy the concrete kerb, with January's gusts slapping their faces, much as fate has slapped them since their affair must be cruelly ripped asunder. One of the noisy saloons tooling down the road will soon be carrying her away. Barbara touches Jerry's icy cheek, which will be half a world from her tomorrow. Goals must be met, pursuits followed. Though calendars and trends will change, on rainy nights years from now, she'll still taste his breath.