(The second in a series. The first can be found here.) Rocking On the south side of town, a young couple pushing a stroller rounds the corner of a closed cafe among two-family and four-family homes. They walk half-way in the heat across a small, empty plaza, stand and wait, turning as they talk, looking down at the sidewalk, up and down the street. A bright white suv pulls up at the curb, rims shimmering chrome in the sun. The girl-- thin with lank blonde hair and willowy skirt --walks up and stands on tip-toes at the driver’s side window. The boy stands back, rocking the stroller. The girl leans in. Hands move. She speaks, tucks a few loose strands of hair behind her ear, looks up at the sun, looks down the street, looks up the block and steps back. The suv drives off and the boy and the girl go back the way they came, pushing the stroller and examining a small package.