The warmth of the sun melts the cold memory of his empty embraces. The light of her resolve slices through the shadow of his betrayal. Watching him pull up in the driveway, Marian thinks, "Did you believe I wouldn't find out? Working on Saturdays? The calls from your secretary at night? The smell of another woman on your clothes?" She plans to show him what he can no longer have, and give him a glimpse of the future that awaits him, should he ever return.