she gave him blue things. Trinkets. She had money but she could not give him the one thing that he valued.
She called him. 'Where are you?' 'At home'. 'I am at the shop down the road, you know the one we talked about this morning. Come down here'.
He walked. Across the road from the shop he saw her, she came out of the door, beckoned, smiled, danced. In a blue silk dress.
he crossed the road. The Red bus was doing 30 when it hit him. He died happy.
Which is more than could be said about her.