It also means I could go home for the weekend occasionally, or do other stuff that I really can’t do right now.”“You’re working during the Sum...er, though, right?”“Yes. Full time at the hardware store back at home. I’ve worked there since I was sixteen. You know, I never asked, what do you do during the Summer?”“The district offices are open all Summer, so I just have my regular hours.”When we finished dinner, Nancy and I offered to clean the kitchen, then the three of us went to sit in the. Where does all this leave me on this particular Thursday, one month after Valentine's Day: daydreaming about the stockings on sexy women that surround me. It is hell, I am in the darkest corners of Hades. I look, I fantasise, but I can never touch; we have laws about that sort of thing. Some of the girls have moved on from their partners of Valentine's Day decadence, others have not, but the same short skirts and hosiery still teases me suggesting at the succulence contained underneath. I try. Surely his fingerprints would be on the bottles, and probably his DNA too. I could see no trace of him on the grass, although there was still a clear indentation where I had been sitting. I continued to ponder the problem for the rest of the day.The next morning I was in half a mind not to go to work. I wasn’t looking forward to another week of sly glances and sniggers. But to my surprise, everyone seemed to treat me the way they had before my calamitous assignation with Claire: the ribald. "Summer looked at him."I can't. That's crazy. I have to go home." Why? Everything's closing down. You're going to get home just to be stuck inside for weeks - and that's if you even get home. Stay here in the sun. We'll finish the book. The time will go by in a flash."Her eyes held his, wide and liquid and open. He felt like he could read her from the inside out if she'd only give him the chance. But then her gaze dragged away, pulling back out of the moment."I can't stay here." You'll probably.