Lying awake. Warm night air. Too hot to sleep. Thoughts crossed his mind.

That woman down the street. I never saw her with anyone, he said. She’s always by herself. Alone, he whispered.

In bed, she tossed and turned. The windows were open. Ideas formed in her head.

I’ve never seen that old man at the tavern with anyone. I wonder if his wife died. Did he get divorced? she pondered.

They sat at opposite ends of the bar. Wheel Of Fortune was on. While others yelled out, buy a vowel, they sat in silence. Quietly having their drinks. Every once in a while, the two would look at each other. Then turn away. Back to his scotch and soda and her Manhattan.

Both walked home at the same time. She walked on her side of the street, and the old man walked on his. She watched as he continued to walk down a few houses. Looked on at him, unlocking the door. It was time for Jeopardy.