The resentment is a wall made of concrete. She's as good at the building as he. Ten years of marriage is dust to be blown to settle and again blow away.

He's had a mistress or two in the past years; she a lone lover of years. He doesn't allow a commitment; she is a signer in blood.

This day started out as another, then the fanbelt broke on her car. She has no choice but to call him; he exasperates as he should.

As she waits she sniffs a rose that climbs the side of Remmer's Garage. She doesn't see that he's pulled in and watching. She is remembering her wedding bouquet from the spicey scent.

He stops in front of the doorway, she turns to get into the car. He waves her to stop, gets out and snips a bloom which he puts in her hair.