herself and he looks up at the sky and thinking to himself that he never could understand women.

He shuffles along the wall towards her and she looks at him with a scowl as he approaches. But he nudges her with his elbow and then whispers:

Tommy: Hey, it’s been a while since those two ate.

Sarah: Same for all of us.

Tommy: Yeah but, he’s no spring chicken and she’s a diabetic.

Sarah just looks up at him, her eyes still glassy from crying.

She searches his face to figure out what he was talking about. Her mind looking for a reference to how any of this related to what she was thinking up until now. He explains: