The dark brown eyes with the shadows under them barely smiled. The woman met an acquaintance on the street. A young girl was with her. Everything ok? The acquaintace asked. Yes, the woman said, I’m going up the Avenue to work. Se you later, the acquaintance said. No, everything is not ok, she thought. How can it be? I want to tell somebody and I can’t. My heart is breaking again. I want to say it just once, but to whom?