We'll never know if this woman was mourning, feeling lonely, regretting yelling at her husband, or desperate for money, or hoping that he or she will come back. Or — was her mind at rest, miles away, thinking how lucky she was to be free of all responsibility and looking forward to a promising love affair.
You can't tell when people sit alone and gaze.
I first thought...lonely woman. Then I said to myself, I am not sure. It could just be a woman alone, and grateful for it. What's in those bags? Is there tension in her knuckles?
I wish I had asked her.