At a house down the street, the doors were all open and families sat in the yard while dozens of kids chased each other and poured out running into the street. A Volvo station wagon slowed down and parked across the street on the corner, followed by another car. People filed out of the cars and some came from the porch to greet them. They all hugged and kissed. I wonder if the girl with the cherry-red streak in her hair across the street next door to the visited folks was thinking the same thing. She stood there dressed in all black and sipping a beer also staring at all the action. Happy Easter, I thought. She went inside and a man came out in a blue wind jacket and smoked a cigarette. He sat on the stoop much like I was doing. We saw each other and nodded. He returned to his smoke and wine and I to my magazine.