“You woke up, washed your face, put on your clothes,
went by your business,
Shaking hands, passing smiles, counting coin…
Got a secret?
Can’t tell nobody.
Carry it close, dawn to dusk.
Pick up tomorrow,
All over again.
Ain’t nothing at all.” Daughter Maitland – St. Louis Blues. ‘Boardwalk Empire’
‘We need to talk’, she said.
By that time, there must have been nothing left to talk about, anymore.
‘Should have listened closer, way earlier’, she thought.
‘Should have said something, earlier’, he thought.
Cracks were already going all the way through the sky.