The girl crouched on a hill of wild grass overlooking the river where her people fish for eel. A ragged elk skin dress hung loosely on her scarred and dirty skin. She watched the translucent image of vehicles and people silently traveling to their offices in downtown New York.

"You like ginger ale, too?" Zuzka asked Binh. "Sprite's too sweet," he answered. Zuzka was a mail order bride & Binh was a mail order husband. They were flying to the US to meet their future spouses. The coincidence made for fun small talk, but as time passed, the convo deepened.

Jerry glanced down at the photograph in his hand, then back up again at the woman sitting alone at the back of the cafe.