i would come back for you next time the seasons circle . his thumb grazes my bottom lip . this is six o'clock , the supper hour ( in the lot , dinner is eaten at noon and the lunch buckets that men grab from counters before going out the door are known as dinner pails ) . i want to go to laura 's funeral . he looks at me for the first time . they danced for most of the night . was there , you know , somebody else ? 