in the bleak midwinter

On the quays of Dublin she collapsed into my arms.
She was crying like a baby.
At the kerbside nearby our two cars sat with their hazard lights winking rakishly.
She'd rear ended me.
They always do.
Now she was sobbing in my arms.
"It's okay," I told her. "It's okay to cry. But you already know that I don't care about what's happened. A car is just a car. None of us are hurt. So really all of this is okay. There's nothing to worry about."
"Wah," she blubbed. "I h-h-have a-a-a b-b-boyfriend."