“We have to restrategize and patch up all the loopholes,” Ella said, looking out the window, at the sky scrapers and pedestrians that threw past as they drove to the car wash.

“What other loopholes do we have?” Brian asked.

He noticed Ella kept quiet because she was having a cigar in her mouth and about to light up. He wished he could smoke; he needed it now; he needed anything that could make him think straight and be courageous in this hard times; every day that came ...