"It's a lie," the middle-aged blonde said on the sidewalk, right in front of my open window.
"It's a goddamned lie," she continued, to the middle-aged man who hung his head, one hand on the stroller with the baby in it.
"And there's never going to be any motherfucking trust," she said, more in anguish than in fury. "Ever!"
She swung her black purse and hit the man in the arm, and walked away. The baby began to cry, and the man tentatively began to rock the stroller.
I ran upstairs before I could see or hear anything more.