once we got there , he sat , stony-faced for half an hour . and as he did , his life suddenly overwhelmed him . she was staring at the opposite wall , lost in thought . spit was an old hand ; he never kept anything of value in his pockets if he didnt have to . the summers were always beautiful back then . how am i supposed to sort out my crap when i make the same mistakes over and over again ? she stopped to fix a late lunch . she took a few steps back to let me in . 