He could not mistake her. Even in the dark. Halfway down the block. Even with the torque pulled low on her ears, hiding her hair, the color of perfect midnight. Hey, he said, perhaps a little too eager. Hey, you she said turning quickly, her long wool coat twirling away from her knees. It feels like a hundred years since I have seen you. At least, she says. Are you good? Yeah, I am good she says I, she starts, a smile faultline appearing across her face. Thin at first, just the ends of the lips starting to stretch, then wider, with teeth and dimples and wrinkles around the eyes. What? What is it? I retired she says.