We are with a big crowd and Frank is getting bored; he goes down through a corridor of people and says he wants to go to a movie. I run after him calling his name, but can't catch up with him. At home I go through a box of old letters and find one about our son Reynaldo and ask Frank to Xerox it for me; shift: with my friend Hillary and her daughter; we laugh and talk about our husbands, getting our anger out; a girl joins us and says: "One must always struggle, or else it is like crocheting across a bridge." (HA) shift: I get a letter from Pedro; it says; "You are my star! "