Three boys stand on a streetcorner just hanging out. Occasionally a car will glide by.

At the other end of the block an elderly woman struggles her groceries home. Her ankles are swollen, her feet puff out over her dress-up black pumps. She holds tightly onto a foldup cart she's pretending she only is pushing, knowing that without it she'd probably fall.

One of the boys whispers, one nods in agreement and the other lets out a loud laugh. They are watching the woman approach.

In a car that drives down the street is a man who can see what's going on. He pulls over and parks, waits a moment and gets out. As he stares down the boys, the woman shuffles on by. He notices a bouquet of carnations crowning the top brown bag and it brings a memory to mind.