i looked back only to see the end of his cloak whipping around the doorway . she slipped an arm around her husband 's waist . a golden hand to stroke her golden hair , and hold her hard against me . see this pile is my clean colored clothes . you have to , just like i have to stay . her ears tuned to a sound through the hissing rain . he rests his arms on the railing , the cigarette smoke lacing the air . she did n't get home until three o'clock in the morning . 