All the way back home Janine thought about the woman on the sidewalk. The man silhouetted on the sky. How far apart they had been vertically.

She had waited while the man had slipped beyond the edge of viewing. It took him over ten minutes to come down. He came out the main door, down the stairs, looked both ways and crossed the street.

They hadn't rushed into each other's arms. She watched as they said a few words, and walked away. They were holding hands.