tears clogged my throat and burned my eyes . stopping and peering in a dining room window , i saw bill move through the house . another gust of wind screeched up from the canyon . 'what 're you doing here , here'n'now ? there was something strange about his demeanor . `` i do n't have to account to you for my time off . '' what , may i ask , the hell is going on here ? so you do n't have to answer any of my questions . way to sell me out , dad . 