She sits at the edge of the water, her pant legs pushed up to her knees so she can dangle her white legs in the pool. Just a bit of orange/red hair curls out from under the brim of a white, straw hat that shades her face in a futile effort to keep the freckle count down. Hidden behind oversized, rose shaded, white-rimmed glasses her green eyes stare, without seeing, at the reflections of light on the still, blue water. A sloppy gray sweatshirt covers her from neck to bottom. Long white fingers with pink nails reach past the sweatshirt cuffs and grip the curved edge of the concrete; the index finger on the right hand taps a beat and then taps to words that match the song that plays in her head. A lone tear escapes from behind the oversized glasses and leaves a wet line down her cheek. The index finger stops it’s tapping and with her right hand she wipes the tear away and rubs her bump of a nose. Pulling her feet from the water she stands five-foot three inches tall, the baggy legs of her jeans fall back into position and cover all but toes with pink toenails. The music inside her head still plays as she walks away from the pool.