and strangely enough , i somehow feel a little disappointed , even lonely . the cars were in need of fuel . the glass walls are the only thing keeping me from making contact with the outside air . why didnt i just lather up in that stuff ? finally , at eight o'clock , he comes into the apartment . her head turns in circles , and her stomach , and the gravel on the street digs into her palms . he checked for a moment , then very deliberately put down the bag and box . 