Metafire

"I lost my boyfriend in the Boston blast. It was like that, too," she said.

"Yeh. But you could never imagine how I feel. You can't understand. I can't tell you. You look nice, but I can't help you about this. These people are dead. They are dead. They are dead everybody else. I'm sorry.." A tear showed in his eyes. "I'm really sorry."

She looked at him, "So what do you do for money?"

"That's a joke. Business is gone. I don't even have a car. It was repossessed by some thugs last week. I'm walking home right now," he said.

"Where do you live?"

"I'm rooming with some guys on Augusta Street."

That was where she lived! But she was not going to say it. "Can I give you a ride?"

"Sure, if it's not out of your way."

On the way to his house, she took him to a store to buy groceries. She had promised to fix him something special. While in the store, on an impulse, she changed her mind about being open with him, "You know, I have a house on Augusta street. If you want, I could fix you dinner there."