chimes goodbye, she said, and as she was going there was the sound of bells. they were ringing out into the morning over the open umbrellas and the long faces that drew themselves over the pavement and she was smiling. It was raining, and she was smiling, the corners of her mouth were turning inward, but by then the door had swung closed, and she was turning the corner, and the taxis were rushing by in the rain. The sounds of the street are muffled. And the light only reaches so far beyond the glass. The girl pours the coffee in the dark, and the men in their heavy bowlers watch the television with violent expressions.