She knows it's Henry. She saw his truck pull up when she was pulling the shade in Iris' room. No one on her street drives a truck like his. No one in the whole neighborhood does. But that's Henry, an iconoclast, without apology.

Well, hopefully not completely without apology. She has some to make, she hopes he does too.

"Hi," is all she says when she opens the door. She'd like to say more. She'd like to kiss him. But she plays it cool.