Then Anna started the ignition.


Light came into the car, silvered her hair. I tried to recall where the years had gone. When would our future lunches, movies, coffees happen once I got hitched? I pictured little boy-magnet Anna and now adult Anna, shampooed and single, forking out money for a little touch on her palm. 




“Well, if you change your mind...” I said. Then I placed my hand steady on the back of Anna's neck. She turned into the street. I sank my fingers into her hair, scratching a little while the streetlights changed from red to green. I watched her as she tried not to wince.