Josh put down his coffee. The mug rattled on the polished surface. He looked away from the girl, stared through the glass doors out into the street. A black cab crawled by on the far side of the road, its driver no doubt looking for an address. When he spoke his voice was little more than a whisper. "It's not easy to talk about those days. About Vietnam, and the soldiers." He decided the topic was too painful and asked another question instead. "You're working to save some money, aren't you? I may be wrong, but I don't think you have a drug habit. I don't think you even smoke. Am I right?" She nodded. "So what are you saving up for? Why do you need this cash?