“But you can buy anything you want,” he argued. He was staring at the diamond ring that shined aggressively at them. Then he pointed at the closet that was full of her clothes and shoes. “Any woman would envy you,” he concluded with a stupid grin. She touched his shoulders and asked him to sit down. Maybe he’d understand if she explained. Her tears weren’t about material goods that would outlive them. And then his mobile rang. “I don’t envy me,” she muttered under her breath. He was gone.