Picture it: Boston, 1972. It’s New Year’s Eve, and a Vietnam vet wanders through a deluge; tortured with thoughts of the lives he ended as a bombadier, he searches for a reason to live, hoping that the rainstorm “might wash away the patina of guilt that had coagulated around my heart.” Lo and behold, he meets a teary woman in a ball gown, who grabs his hand and whisks him to a lunch counter for coffee. They talk, they laugh, he goes to collect his thoughts in the restroom—and she disappears. But through her vitality, she convinces him that life is worth living. And now, he wants her to know how she affected him.