Waiting for the light to turn

Two people, middle aged adults, standing on a street corner in Ann Arbor late in the evening. The woman, in her white Capri pants and green satin halter tops giggles as the man dressed in jeans kisses her neck.

I stand a safe distance away, waiting for the light to turn and hear her say to him, “But will you still love me in the morning?”

I tap her gently on her shoulder, “No. He won’t. If you have to ask that question, then you already know the answer.”