You have to ask yourself, he said. Is it worth it? Is it really worth it? He asked her. I mean, I sit here each day in this office accomplishing nothing. Nothing done, he told her. And for what? A paycheck every two weeks. A lousy pay check of commission sales adding up to no fulfillment whatsoever. It’s a wonder I haven’t slit my own throat at this point in my life. Or somebody else’s.

Maybe you need a change of scenery, she spoke softly into the phone. I don’t know. Maybe Idaho. Or Montana. Someplace away from everything. Become a ranch hand. A cowboy, she told him.

I don’t know how to ride a horse, he said. He lit up a cigarette and blew out the match that read, Meet Me At Henry’s on the pack. He looked at the matchbook and said to her, everything changes. Lives change. People change. The old hangouts have changed. Henry’s used to be cool. Then it got bought. Sold to the highest bidder. Now it’s filled with rednecks listening to country music. Bad country music combined with bad art on the walls. Things change.

Yes. Things change. Maybe you’ve changed, she said.

I doubt it.

Life goes on.