she wipes the tears off her face, and steps onto the street.

the world bustles like a beehive.

a shout, across the street, of a mother reining in her child.

she calls a cab, there, in her rumpled old dress and teary makeup.

it's quite a sight to see- a girl, worth a million dollars, under the six a.m. streetlight.

the world keeps spinning, and not even a car will stop for her.